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-What She Saw-2
You said that you’d love me forever, but I guess forever isn’t as long as it used to be, because I look over and see you wrapped up in some other girl’s arms. Her hair is straight, eyes rimmed with layers of black eyeliner, and her jeans are tight enough to choke a giraffe if he wore them around his neck.3
She glances over your shoulder and rolls her eyes when she sees me sitting alone, waiting for my friends to come back. Without them, and you, I feel naked and alone, like I do in one of those dreams when I go to the grocery store or my prom and I’m hardly dressed for the occasion. 4
I tousle my hair and sigh, turning up the volume on my music to drown out the whispers you toss into her ear. The songs come one after another- the songs you’re probably sending to her instead of me, the songs whose lyrics you copy and paste into your away messages to remind that other girl you’re thinking of her, and to remind me that I’m no longer yours.5
The student body, all crowded inside the auditorium, seems to blush and shift uncomfortably and hot tears sting my eyes and spill down my cheeks onto the pile of books I hold in my lap. My friends aren’t back yet, too busy chatting up a cute eighth grader on the other side of the stage. My eyes flit over to you again.6
The boy I claim as my boyfriend walks over, a slight look of panic on his face as he sees my tears, and he sits down and slides an arm around my waist. I can’t face him, can’t look him in the eye, can’t say anything, because I’m afraid the truth that I’m in love with someone else will tumble off my tongue like a little girl taking a spill on her new bike- uncomfortably and unwillingly.7
I push him away and run out, not worrying about the stares I attract, or that my boyfriend is swearing and kicking my books across the floor because he thinks it’s his fault, or that I have nowhere to go. All I know is that I want to get away from the happy couple who’ll probably have their happily-ever-after.8
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-What He Saw-10
Her tongue is being pushed farther and farther into my mouth, and with disgust all I can think about is that I would rather have you kissing me- you, with the clothes that actually fit, and the hair that doesn’t come from a plastic bottle, and a beautiful personality that is your own, and not copied from reality television.11
I pull back from her a little bit, trying to make her content with just letting her lean into the crook of my arm, and I try to peak at you without you knowing. Your whole body is shaking and I can barely hear the music coming from your headphones- it’s one of the songs I sent you when we first fell in love. I can’t believe you still listen to them, because I know that the girl I call my girlfriend never did.12
The lyrics reach my ear and try to draw emotions from within me, emotions that I cannot let come out. My outer shell is tough and hard, and having you near me is cracking it, making it crumble and fall to pieces onto the carpeted floor.13
I turn my back on you, not wanting to see your face light up when that other boy comes and sits with you. The auditorium is packed with people, but I still feel completely bare and lonely without you by my side. This is how a tree must feel in the dead of winter, I realize, seeing the ground it’s loved all year long covered by a blanket of white, and having it’s familiar coat of leaves buried beneath a layer of snow.14
Footsteps tap on the floor and I know that your new boyfriend is coming nearer. I kiss her cheek and turn around in time to see you stand up and drop your belongings onto the floor, tears streaming down your face as though released from a faucet, then run out of the room like someone was chasing you. I want to chase you, to find you, to hold you and kiss you and tell you everything’s alright.15
It’s too late for that now, though- I know it, and you know it too. But that doesn’t stop me, and I untangle myself from her, shaking her off of me and letting my drawstring bag slide off of my shoulders and onto an unoccupied chair. Then I run after you.16
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-What We Saw-18
The girl was seen by the entire staff running out of the auditorium crying, and the boy was seen standing up and running after her.19
“Hey,” he says when he catches up with her. His voice is scratchy and he clears his throat, trying to make it sound like he hadn’t almost started crying himself chasing after her.20
“Hi,” she says warily, not turning around. She’s hoping it’s him- the him she loves and cares about, and not the him who’s dating her just to have someone to go to the movies with and as a way to get a few extra kisses.21
He walks up behind her and takes her hands. Their fingers melt together and it feels right again, like it did before. 22
“We can’t do this, it’s not going to work,” she says, eyes closed tightly, like it’ll stop the fresh flow of tears from escaping. She squeezes his hands and tries to pull away, but it only makes him draw her closer into him. He kisses the tears away, but they only start to come faster.23
“Please, no...I don’t want...not...please...” 24
She fights to not say the one thing she’s really thinking.25
“I love you.”26
The words are stolen from her mind and she can hardly believe that they just came from his mouth. She turns around and looks at him, straight in the eye. His face is dotted with tears, too. 27
“I love you too,” she murmurs into his lips.28
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-What they both saw: a happily-ever-after-30
Author notes
Hi! My name is Sarah, and I was writing this and then I saw your contest, so I decided I would make myself useful and try to win something.
My favorite dog breeds are golden retrievers and labs. They are both beautiful- as are all dogs, mind you, I am a total dog person- but I've had a golden and a lab, and I feel very lucky to have had these incredible animals in my lives.
I am 12 years old, and I live in Raleigh. I'm one of those girls who is always laughing and smiling and having fun, no matter what she's doing. My favorite color is orange, my middle name is Elizabeth, I have a 10 year old sister named Maggie, and I live with both my parents, although sometimes I wish I could just get away from it all. Don't we all? I love country music, softball, writing, and my friends.
This story is based on a true story- except for the happily-ever-after. That was entirely fictional, sadly.
L♥VEsarah
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- Whatcha Feel Like. by lovableReese.
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How cute! That's so special. This story is really good!
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thanks!
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this seems too good for a 12 year old but it was goo
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Uh. Thanks?
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sighs.
I still love this story.
erica
xoxo
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haha me too!
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Beautiful and well spoken for a girl of twelve. i know i'd never be about to have written something like that when i was twelve im quite proud of this and i want to say bravo
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thanks so much!
but don't ever compare my writing to my age- its one of my pet peeves
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amazing.
sarah this was soo good. i loved it so much. almost as much as ily! [ohhh yeah its MCB! ] and dont worry babe.... i promise you that if you and "mark" are meant to be like i believe you are then love will find a way.beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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thanks so muchglad you enjoyed. thanks for the read & comment.
L♥VEsarah
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this was a very good story. I liked it a lot. I got a little confused but that's ok. Good Job and good luck in the contest. Oh, I also like country music.
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sorry if it was confusing
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Wow!! This is a great story!! I could really feel the emotions and I could picture everything in my mind!! You area great writer and thsi si one of your best work!! I hope everything worked out with " MArk"... if not, its his loss!! Keep on writing!!! Thsi was truly wonderful and heartfelt!! i love it...
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OOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGG. I love this "Mark" guy, because he's making you write the most beautiful things ever! I mean, it sucks what actually happened with you and "Mark" but man, girl! This was soooo touching and personal. I felt like I could see it all - the entire thing. How you ended it too! THAT WAS AMAZING. He brings the best of your writing out in you, and probably a bunch of feelings you rather not feel.
Do I really need to say it?
I. ERICA. LYNN. *mumbles last name so no one can hear me* L. O. V. E. D. THIS! It was simply beautiful. I've already told you this before I think but you manage to paint a picture with like three words, I swear.
This was amazing.
You deserve to win that contest!
OH. And some turtles of your own.
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erica ♥ x o x o
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lol thanks! we talked again today- we're actually becoming friends! its amazing!
also...I MADE THE SOFTBALL TEAM!!!!!!
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I'm glad you guys are becoming friends again.
ANNNNND...
CONGRATULATIONS THAT'S AWESOME!!
erica♥xoxo
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