Sorrow Fills the Hearts of Many... by Pippinsgal011890
Dedicated to someone I know. May she see things in a new light.
Hello. My name is Merna, and I have never really belonged. I know what you're thinking now, you're thinking that you are going to stop reading this. Why? You ask, well, because you think that I sound over-dramatic, and are self-centered, and a little desperate.
But I'm not. I really never have belonged. Anywhere, or with anyone. Ever.
Sure, I've done the painted-nails-school-dances-magazine-quizes-buy-new- lipstick-21st-century-all-american-girl thing.
And I have had my own little very-tiny-small and intricate group of friends, but if you're asking whether I actually enjoyed any of it, or really connected with any of them (like really really) the answer is no.
I was born in the wrong time period. I know I was. I am alone. An outsider. In the world of technology, and concrete jungles, I have no place.
I am your average fifteen-year-old girl. Brownish hair, ruddy hazel eyes, five feet four inches. But solid misfit through and through.
Now don't get me wrong, I love the ticka-ticka-ticka sound a keyboard makes, and the feel of the monitor's soft glow on my face, but that's as far as it goes. And I would trade it all in ... every thing, the whole bit, to just be sling-shoted back in time to around the middle ages or so.
The only times I have ever been really truly happy, are when I have been swaddled in a comforting blanket of words. Poetry, and stories of far away...all of it brings me pure joy. Maybe that's why I'm such a freak when it comes to English Lit. Smiles
Well anyway, that's the little intro/background part of this story. Now on to the meat-and-potatoes part ......
Chapter1
My alarm clock began to blare 6:00. The earsplitting sound it was emitting woke me straight away. I threw a pillow at it and was greeted with the sickening crunch of broken tech parts, as clock met floor.
I groaned. That was the third one in a month. It seemed impossible for me to just tap the snooze button like a normal person. No, it WAS impossible. I would just have to accept it...I am not gentle with anything technical, and probably never will be.
I slid out from under the covers and padded across the floor.
Minutes later, with yesterday's jeans, and a hoodie on, I studied myself in the mirror. I ran my hands through my too-short hair, and looked with a grimace at how my jeans sagged on my not-so-there hips, and my sweatshirt smoothed nicely over my mosquito bites chest.
I knew the 'populars' would have a field day today. Especially since I should have had a shower like...yesterday.
I sighed and made my way downstairs. "Bye mom!" I hollered at the bathroom door. "Bye honey! Love you!" Came the return call. I smiled, grabbed my water bottle and shouldered my backpack.......(later on)
It was only third period, and it already felt like someone was repeatedly kicking me in the stomach.
I stomped out of Spanish, and promptly heard the scornful giggling of Katja and her 'gang'.
I knew they were laughing at me, and brought a hand self-consciously up to my hair. The result? My Tolkiens and the edit on Robert Frost tumbled off the stack of school 'materials' I was carrying.
The laughing increased, and so did the temp of my face. By at least 100 degrees or so. I walked faster, and turned down a hallway. After about three steps, I realized it was the wrong hallway. "Shit...taki mushrooms." I whispered.
I turned around, ready to head back, but an echo of laughter sounded off in my mind, and I figured I could skip out on Chem. Just this once.
I sighed and looked for a quiet place where I could read. I was just at the riveting part where Merry and Pippin are captured by a company of Orcs.
I opened the book, stuck my nose in, and quit paying any attention to my surroundings.
As I continued to walk, I noticed my flip-flops were losing traction, and I was starting to slip a bit. I shrugged it off, figuring I had hit a waxy spot on the floor, and let myself be engulfed in a wave of emotion and concern, for Pip, and Merry.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw I had come to a dead end hallway.
I flipped the page and began to turn around...when I lost all control. I slipped and my book flew out of my hands.
My head hit the ground with a crunch, and I dimly registered that I was looking at a bright yellow sign that read 'BEWARE WET FLOOR'
The last things I saw before I saw before I blacked out, were the reddened and bloodstained pages of J.R.R Tolkien's The Two Towers.
It was MY blood that stained them . . .
Dedicated to someone I know. May she see things in a new light.
Hello. My name is Merna, and I have never really belonged. I know what you're thinking now, you're thinking that you are going to stop reading this. Why? You ask, well, because you think that I sound over-dramatic, and are self-centered, and a little desperate.
But I'm not. I really never have belonged. Anywhere, or with anyone. Ever.
Sure, I've done the painted-nails-school-dances-magazine-quizes-buy-new- lipstick-21st-century-all-american-girl thing.
And I have had my own little very-tiny-small and intricate group of friends, but if you're asking whether I actually enjoyed any of it, or really connected with any of them (like really really) the answer is no.
I was born in the wrong time period. I know I was. I am alone. An outsider. In the world of technology, and concrete jungles, I have no place.
I am your average fifteen-year-old girl. Brownish hair, ruddy hazel eyes, five feet four inches. But solid misfit through and through.
Now don't get me wrong, I love the ticka-ticka-ticka sound a keyboard makes, and the feel of the monitor's soft glow on my face, but that's as far as it goes. And I would trade it all in ... every thing, the whole bit, to just be sling-shoted back in time to around the middle ages or so.
The only times I have ever been really truly happy, are when I have been swaddled in a comforting blanket of words. Poetry, and stories of far away...all of it brings me pure joy. Maybe that's why I'm such a freak when it comes to English Lit. Smiles
Well anyway, that's the little intro/background part of this story. Now on to the meat-and-potatoes part ......
Chapter1
My alarm clock began to blare 6:00. The earsplitting sound it was emitting woke me straight away. I threw a pillow at it and was greeted with the sickening crunch of broken tech parts, as clock met floor.
I groaned. That was the third one in a month. It seemed impossible for me to just tap the snooze button like a normal person. No, it WAS impossible. I would just have to accept it...I am not gentle with anything technical, and probably never will be.
I slid out from under the covers and padded across the floor.
Minutes later, with yesterday's jeans, and a hoodie on, I studied myself in the mirror. I ran my hands through my too-short hair, and looked with a grimace at how my jeans sagged on my not-so-there hips, and my sweatshirt smoothed nicely over my mosquito bites chest.
I knew the 'populars' would have a field day today. Especially since I should have had a shower like...yesterday.
I sighed and made my way downstairs. "Bye mom!" I hollered at the bathroom door. "Bye honey! Love you!" Came the return call. I smiled, grabbed my water bottle and shouldered my backpack.......(later on)
It was only third period, and it already felt like someone was repeatedly kicking me in the stomach.
I stomped out of Spanish, and promptly heard the scornful giggling of Katja and her 'gang'.
I knew they were laughing at me, and brought a hand self-consciously up to my hair. The result? My Tolkiens and the edit on Robert Frost tumbled off the stack of school 'materials' I was carrying.
The laughing increased, and so did the temp of my face. By at least 100 degrees or so. I walked faster, and turned down a hallway. After about three steps, I realized it was the wrong hallway. "Shit...taki mushrooms." I whispered.
I turned around, ready to head back, but an echo of laughter sounded off in my mind, and I figured I could skip out on Chem. Just this once.
I sighed and looked for a quiet place where I could read. I was just at the riveting part where Merry and Pippin are captured by a company of Orcs.
I opened the book, stuck my nose in, and quit paying any attention to my surroundings.
As I continued to walk, I noticed my flip-flops were losing traction, and I was starting to slip a bit. I shrugged it off, figuring I had hit a waxy spot on the floor, and let myself be engulfed in a wave of emotion and concern, for Pip, and Merry.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw I had come to a dead end hallway.
I flipped the page and began to turn around...when I lost all control. I slipped and my book flew out of my hands.
My head hit the ground with a crunch, and I dimly registered that I was looking at a bright yellow sign that read 'BEWARE WET FLOOR'
The last things I saw before I saw before I blacked out, were the reddened and bloodstained pages of J.R.R Tolkien's The Two Towers.
It was MY blood that stained them . . .