High school, the never ending story or so it seems. Grades are my concern but out of the corner of my mind, I'm dreaming away at new smells, sights, and endless faces. I am left, wondering to myself, if they are all dreaming the same, if I am the only one...in this world that dreams, that sees the world I see. 1
And more as I go along, it feels that way, as if I am the only one with a heart and mind, with a soul. The halls are so full, not full of anything but the mindless student body, of course. The teachers stand, watching us, disobey, but fully convinced that it is not their problem till the class room doors are shut and the bell has rung. 2
High school, everyday it seems that the body of it tires more and more, and I with it. 3
I have a name, it is not important. For all the world know my name is Twinkle Toes, or Fiddle McGeorgington. But for now it may call me Rebaley. This word is not in the dictionary, nor in some ancient manual, it is a heartbeat and a way of life. "You're so silly," She giggles, slapping my arm gently. "What does Rebaley mean?" I look to her, my eyebrow jumping up a bit at being asked. "Well, Rebaley means, rebel, freedom, heart..." I have lost her and she is merely a brainless being now, spinning with the thoughts of complexity she had never hoped to recognize. "But...it's not even real..is it?" Her lack of words is funny and I give a slight smirk that she knows all to well. "You make me feel so stupid sometimes, you know?" She hugs her books to her chest and is staring down to the floor as if something is different, when we all know it is the same. "It's not a word. It's...well....not real..." Again my struggle with the human language is presented and I'm made a fool by my tongue. 'Praise those with a tongue that knows it's route.' "Why can't you just be normal?" The word 'normal' ticks in my head and I'm lost to the world too now. I've been told to be normal and instead, I've turned to Rebaley. I was once told that normal was only a setting on the washing machine...but mine doesn't have that. 4
Sincerely,
Rebaley
Author notes
It's a story, about...a gurl....named...well..idk....she wouldn't tell me..lol... She's a bit different and is always wondering if there are other ppl like her in the world or if she's the only one that chooses to be Rebaley...
my fav. dog breed is Shiba Inu's.
this story is kinda personal... I'm a bit rebaley myself. but everyone must be a bit aware of what it really means to me. It means creative, open-minded, soft-hearted, anything that sets me apart from everyone else in this world. Rebaley. And Sometimes I'm wishin to meet some of those ppl.
A contest entry
- Seeing into the soul by GrimDeath.
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this was different. very good. good luck in the contest.
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Its good, I liked it. Very interesting way thoughts. Although, most durning high school feel the wear and tear and its mindless ways of life. Good Luck and thank you for entering.
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Hm...Interesting...
I love Rebaley as a character. Even though I don't *think* I'm as out-there as she is, I can relate to her struggle. The plot is non-existant, but considering that this is both a diary entry (or something like it) and a prologue, that's fine by me. I feel I must point out some grammatical errors: first off, the fourth paragraph starts out with an illogical verb conjugation ("For all the world knows my name is Twinkle Toes"). Also, throughout the piece, there is an overuse of commas that could be substituted by other punctuation markings, like colons, semicolons or periods, in some cases. Finally, the last statement: "...but my doesn't have that." What do you mean by that? I assume that's a typo.
Overall, however, I can't help but loving this prologue, and loving Rebaley. Good work!
beginning: 5, language: 4, ending: 3, characters: 5.
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Nice musings....
Neverending story was a film I used to watch when my children were young, always grades of course, but just to build a dream on and who knows where those dreams may lie or lead one to...
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I like this
The first sentence was enough for me to say you are an excellent poet.
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