"You okay?" "Huh? What?" "Are you okay?" "I guess..." It's like an unpredictable bee, almost. The buzzing is certainly very unsettling - the doubt building up in your mind. And when it slowly nears you, your entire body becomes as straight and rigid like a soldier lining up in the military. Will it sting? Will it just harmlessly fly away? "Mood swings", they call it. Things I would have brushed off like dust at the ripe age of eight give off explicit emotions now. Friend not come to your birthday party? I would have been a little upset and down. But for some interesting and ludicrous reason, I would feel angered, saddened, and possibly even worried at the thought of losing a beloved one. No one notices my sudden swings. The world is less nosy about my emotions than my personal intentions. I guess few people actually worry. I have these melancholy messes of emotion more frequently than probably anyone in the world. Who knew out of all people, Xena would care the most? I loathe her more than moldy toast for breakfast. Her obsessive and over-the-top additude triggers my nausea. There's no bad blood in between us, it just feels like her personality is the thing keeping us from being close. She doesn't like me that much. She's the only one that prefers to not look into my life, which I guess is alright. Maybe she just relates to me. And so I just continued to sheepishly stare at her with blank eyes. "Are you struggling with mood swings?" She peered at me, talking by barely moving her thin lips. "Yeah." Short and quick does it. "Uh, okay. I guess." She started walking away, and I could hear the tapping of her feet get distant. Those four words made my blood boil. For literally only ten seconds, I thought she really and actually cared!? Wow. What a person I am. She must think I'm "crazy" for experiencing lots of emotions, for some absurd reason. I glared at the rocky concrete sidewalk below me and hastily shoved my hands into my pockets. I could already tell my little sister was looking at me with those "you're insane" eyes. Her hand brushed my shoulder in an attempt to hug me. Pathetic. End! Used prompt 1. If I win anything, I would prefer not to win any prizes unless mandatory ^^ Not my best work, but I hope you enjoy!
