"You embrace it, don't you little one? " The strange face before me smiles. She looks so very kind.
She's dressed in a cherry blossom dress. She's not like me. Her skin is flushed with rosie pink, her blonde hair is curly and swishes from side to side, to the length of her waist. Her eyes are the kindest of all the lavenders... She glows.
" Don't be scared little one. " She smiles and takes my hand, " Embrace my little light..." She says. I'm scared, but I let the womans warm, friendly hands guide me. I see a little clearer now. This light, this glow, this energy... It's a little person.
The little person stares at me. She is dressed in a blue bell flower. Her hair is blue. If I touch her, will I hurt her? The kind woman lets go of my hand, " Open your hand, little one. " She says. I'm no longer scared... I'm happy I can't hurt anyone. I out stretch my palm. The little person, yawns, then climbs into my hand. She stares me straight in the face. Theres a word I need to say right now... Not a word, but a name. What is it? What is it? I know what I want say its... " Happiness. " I mummble. Happiness? That's not a name...
The kind woman laughs, " Very well, " She says, " This little pixies new name is, Happiness. "
Pixie? The little person is a pixie? " From now on, Jasmin, Happiness... Is yours forever." The kind woman says, Mine? Forever?
Yes... Mine... Foever...
11 years later...
" Jasmin! Back to your seat! " I take a deep breath, and trudge back to my seat. It's been pure hell for the last 11 years.
Confusion, Hate, Hurt, Pain... I don't think I can bare anymore.
School doesnt really help. In fact, it just puts a whole lot more pressure on to things.
It all started when I was five, I had a dream. Though only vivid memories remain. Then, when I was 7, my mother and father split.
I have all this hatred in me. When I was 13, my granmother died, and grandpa didn't fall far behind...
That was the hardest thing for me. My grandparents where the world to me, they were all I had left.
Truely, I don't want to think of the dream I had 11 years ago... But lately it's been bugging me alot. I feel in the dream, I'd left behind something, a connection of some sort. I think I must be stupid... None of it was real, no matter how much I wished it was.
" Take out you books and turn to page 319. " Mrs. Chandler says. I grunt but do as im told.
She starts to mumble something thats hard to make out, because all of this seems like a foreign language to me.
I want to be where I was, 11 years ago... I want to just dream... Dream it all away...