hello my name is Naya and this is a short story I updated. Please review it's my first.
"She loves the sky, because it validates her pride, and it never let her know when she is wrong."- Black Keys by The Jonas Brother
She felt a closeness to the sky. Like she would look up to it and it would never talk back to her. She wasn't wrong and she wasn't right, and it never told her either way. It was neutral in its decisions, unlike everyone else who seemed to have an opinion on everything she did.
She was always one to shine, but with her dad,mom, stepmom, and "friends" all out after her neck. She couldn't resist the urge to curl up onto a ball, and just breath. For once, in one single blow, release her anxieties of fame. Her parents neglecting of her. Her built anger towards the norm (one girl in particular). Her ex-boyfriend denial. Pent up frustrations taken out on objects by the use of scissors. Guilt. Her past. Her past guilt. And then inhale all the great things, like the sky.
It's shared with everyone. But she didn't think of it that way. It made pride okay because it knew she needed it. Made anger fun because because it never tried to brighten her day (like the freakin' sun). And cried with her in those gloomy rainy days.
She wasn't wrong, and she wasn't right, and it never told her either way.