The young girl stayed awake that night, pondering on the thoughts racing through
her mind. What was to happen tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that?
Her mother was angry with her and had taken away her happiness, her feelings.
She had taken away her right to read what she pleased, and taken her notebooks
with many stories and precious feelings sealed within the pages. Even though she had taken
everything that brought her daughter joy away she still couldn't keep her mind
from racing. She could always find another notebook or piece of paper to write on,
and always had something to write with her. Those wouldn't be very big
challenges to overcome, but what worried her most was if her mother would read
what she had written in those notebooks, the things she had said. Her mother
would probably never forgive her. She would think her child was delusional, crazy
even. Make her cut her hair short and live with monks for a year then come back
and see how she turned out. At this point the girl decided to take a break from her
thoughts and look at the clock on her night stand. It was almost 11 o'clock and she
had school the next day. The girl then decided to push those thoughts to the back
of her mind and call it a night. With a sigh she rolled onto her side and tried to
clear her mind of what she knew was to come.