The Story of Sil
Chapter 1- A Way Out
January 18 2009
Are the knives of mean names ever going to be pulled out of my chest? Is someone ever going to poor water on these flames of rejection? No there is no possible way in a place like this. There is no living person here that is just going to forget. There is no way that they will see me different. I am always going to be the same Sil. No different. I know I'm only in grade three but something has to change with or without my best friend Mud.
"Mommy, I was thinking… I want to switch schools!" I told my mom as she sat watching Dr. Phil. She looked at me with a curious look in her eyes.
"I want to new friends!" I lied, I wasn't going to make new friends, I was going to run away from the problems of the stupid little school in the middle of nowhere. The room fell so silent I could hear the cries of the dog across the road. My mother stayed still for a couple seconds then turned her head back to the tv. It was like she didn't even care about the words that came out of my mouth.
"You have friends Sil!" she said in an angry voice but still paid more attention to the man on the TV. I dint say a word because I was thinking about my friends I actually did have here and I knew how betrayed one of my two only friends Mud would be if I did just get up and leave. Did I care how she felt or not. I know I did but she has not been going through the same stuff as I. I want to run. I want to feel cared about I want to feel loved and I am not going to feel these ways here in the village of hate. I need to get myself to the city no matter what I have to do to get me there.
I went to school and slightly brought it up to Mud as we sat on the loud bus. I could feel her heart stop as she said "That's good." The rest of the ride was silent and then when we got off I brought up the first time we met just to get both our minds off of it