![]() If I touch a string it either falls loose or snaps. In my desperation, I tie all three strings together in the middle. Kids bump past me as they break into a run to make it to school on time. I check the entire street for another string of blue but find none. It works out until I’m left with three blue strings…three. I curse under my breath and try to tie them back together. I try to yank a few up so I can duck under but they break apart with just a bit of a stretch. I walk to school and instead of them being out of my way, they touch me and cling to me. Some drag too loosely across the floor, others are so tight they appear to be on the brink of a snap. The next day I find multiple slack strings. I fall asleep believing I did the right thing.īut I didn’t. She dusts me off and tells me she’s glad I’m okay. I fell and it startled me when my hands took the impact. I tell her again that everything is fine. I leave the cut, red string lying tangled there on the floor as I stand up. She lost her red string because I want it for myself. I cut the string of a girl who wants to be nice to me. Would you like me to take you to the nurse? I don’t think it’s healthy to shake like that. Her smile fades as she watches my hands twitch emptily in her own eyes. The original red string girl walked out of the library as I kneeled on the ground. The red string fell to the ground and I picked it up gingerly, trying to untangle the knot at the end. Except when I cut it, the string snapped away, as if it had been so tightly wound already and was on the verge of snapping. I decided to just cut the black string and tie it back together after I slipped off the red one. My fingers were shaky and sweating too much for me to untangle the red from the black. When I found it again, it had knotted itself into the middle of a black string. I was so busy freaking out I forgot to watch the string as it dragged away, unattached. I stood still as she sat next to me unsuspectingly in the library. I suddenly felt as if everyone could see exactly what I had done. So I brought my scissors and I snipped it off on her end. Which is why as he walked out of math and she was leaving the class across ours, I yanked on the string. ![]() I hated the strings, hated how they decided everything. He claimed he didn’t have anyone else to tell it to since all his guy friends would make fun of him.Įxcept I couldn’t. He wanted me to know because I was like his best friend, he said. He told me about it in math, about how much he liked her. ![]() I wasn’t his only school partner.īut I was close to him. They had been in a group project for English. I thought things were going my way, when he asked her out.
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