For the 30th chapter of this particular work, I had hoped for something longer. But this particular section, I think, doesn't really need much else. It's a simple idea, and sometimes simple means short.
Considering my outlook on writing in general, it isn't fair to me to look at a short piece of work and think it needs more just for the sake of being longer. That isn't how writing works. The story, or in this case the scenario, will dictate how long it needs to be.
"To the world, you may be just one person; but to one person, you might be the world."
- Brandi Snyder
Discuss the meaning of this quote, and relate it to your own life (5-10 sentences).
People call me famous. I don't really do anything that makes me famous. I'm just a person. I'm just going to school, playing videogames, and sometimes I help my brother at work.
My brother tells me sometimes, usually when he's really tired, that I'm all that keeps him going. He says I'm the reason he does all the complicated stuff he does at work. A lot of times, he doesn't say it. I can just tell. I'm not bragging. Sometimes, he'll be working, and he'll stop and look at a locket I gave him. It's got a picture of me in it. I have the same locket, with a picture of him. I know what he's doing when he looks at that locket. He's reminding himself.
I think that's what the quote means, for him. It doesn't mean you obsess over somebody and put them on a pedestal. But they're what keeps you on your feet. I'm not the whole world to my brother, but I think he's trying to change the world for me.
For me, it's not really fair. There's no way to compare my brother to the world. If the whole world outside our house disappeared, I could still be okay, kind of. But if my big brother disappeared, the whole world wouldn't make up for it. That's what it means to me.
"Ever get the feeling they're codependent?"
Joanna Lorwell raised an eyebrow. "You know, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't snoop around my students' homework." She snatched the sheet of paper back. "Didn't your mother ever teach you how to mind your own business?"
"Are you kidding? Of course not." Jennie smirked. "C'mon, look at this thing. Tell me it's not…I dunno, strange. I mean, when he says he wouldn't mind if the whole world disappeared, so long as his brother was still there…I think he means it. Like, everybody else could die from some disease straight out of a Stephen King novel, and he'd be okay."
"You're the one who insists on telling me stories about them," Joanna replied without looking at her sister, checking her desk for a pen. "If you'd gone through that many near-death experiences before you hit puberty, and the same person saved your life every time, you'd be clingy, too."
"This isn't just clingy, sis. This is psychologically damaging."
"Of course it is." Joanna looked at the sheet of paper. "But how else were they going to go about healing from so many horrible things? You're the expert on this stuff. You told me about it. Of course they depend on each other. I think it's sweet."
"Really?" Jennie asked, and now it was her turn to raise an eyebrow. "I think it's sad."
All too often, I look at the Kaibas' lives and I feel warm inside. Their relationship is very powerful, and I always look at it in a positive light. I always have, and I'm sure I always will. But that doesn't mean there can't be a negative way of looking at it. With this piece, I tried to explore that.
