˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ Yes. My story. I'm the most scatterbrained author ever. Let's just say... I'm super creative...when I don't want to be. AKA whenever I am working on a story that I just want to finish, but then I get another idea and then I'm all like, but I wanna work on this too, and then it all goes downhill from there. So, yeah. But I've somehow had writer's block for this for the longest time... And so I gave up on writing down an outline or an idea for what I am going to write. What you will see here is plain old me, just writing it out in the moment, with nothing else. Yes. Okay, now I should begin but I'm really nervous because I've never just WRITTEN before. I always get an outline, or at least an idea... Let's see how this goes... The Path of Loneliness: By Unicornspirit101 (Selene) Don't feel it. Don't feel the pain inside. Don't watch them walk away as if nothing ever happened. But I couldn't. And so I watched as my former friends turned against me and left me. I should have learned my lesson. This wasn't the first time. Maybe I wasn't good enough. Strong enough. Kind enough. What had I been doing wrong? Why did all my friends...change? Why did they become so cold? Why did my friends become my bullies? I picked myself off the ground. For the first time in many, many years, tears were threatening to fall. I wasn't an emotional person. I didn't cry at the drop of a pin. But this shocked me. I couldn't hold it. Tears dripped down my eyes as I tried to stop myself from crying. Did God not care about me? Was that why my friends would always desert me? Always leave me? Always become my enemies? "I hate being around you, always acting like the golden child." Brooke sneered. "You always were so annoying." "Yeah." Two of my other supposed friends, Elli and Kate, echoed. "Why?" I asked. "I act like that because that's who I am!" "Then we can't be friends anymore, Allyah." Brooke flipped her hair over her shoulder, stalking off. That was the first loss. More came. Friends denying that they were ever friends with me, right in front of my face. Friends telling me we couldn't be friends anymore. Friends telling me I wasn't worth their time. What had I done wrong? I had never been popular, but I had always had at least one friend. Now I was alone. All alone. But I hid it. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me hurt and desolate. Slowly, I stopped being that golden child, always answering the teacher's questions, always getting the perfect grades, always doing what my parents told me. I became visually invisible. Until one day... Eighth grade was the worst, I decided. The absolute worst. Being in a middle school, it wouldn't have been that bad, because then I would be out the next year, but no. For some reason, our district still did junior highs. Which meant that I wasn't going to be out of the school next year. And just then, lookie here! Such luck. I managed to somehow bump into someone in the halls, regardless of being the tallest girl in my grade. "Oh, I'm sorry!" The boy said. "Mhh mmm mamhh." I mumbled incoherently. "I'm new." He explained. Did I look like I cared? "Mhh mm mu." I mumbled again. "So sorry again." He started down his path. Who the heck was that boy, and why does he care that he bumped into me? Better sentence, how the heck did he bump into me? But then the first bell rang and I dispersed all those thoughts as I opted for a run. Whoever was stupid enough to put all my classes on the complete opposite sides of the school really deserved a round of applause. I barely managed to make it in time and scanned my badge in, nearly gasping for breath. Quietly, I slipped in like a shadow to my spot. A shadow on a really cloudy day. And invisible me sat and listened to friends talk around me. I DIDN'T need friends. Not that boy again. Those were my first thoughts as I spotted the boy coming across the lunchroom in my direction. He waved at me and smiled at he saw me looking at him. I scowled and dropped my eyes, but it was too late. "Hey! Can I sit with you? Sorry, I don't have anyone-" "You're new, I get it." I muttered, finally making cohesive words. "Yeah." He seemed to take it as a yes and sat down, much to my displeasure. "What's your name? I'm Simon." "Allyah." I murmured. "Cool! Nice to meet you, Allyah." "Mhh." I said generically. "I'm from California originally, but it's super cool here, too! This school is super interesting as well!" "It's dilapidated." I said gruffly. "What does dilapidated mean?" Ugh. I'd forgotten how annoying it was to be talked to. "Old. Broken. Wearing down." "Ah. Thanks! We're gonna make great friends." "Look, I'm not really interested, okay?" I rolled my eyes. "What have you got to eat?" Simon said, choosing to ignore me. I sighed. Could he never stop talking? "A sandwich?" "No way! Me too!" He held up a sandwich of his own. (Story continued below.)
"What a coincidence!" I stared at him. Was he for real? But, for some reason, he seemed kind of familiar. Had I seen him somewhere? "I don't think so," he said. I realized I had voiced my thoughts out loud and sighed again. "So, what class do you have next?" He asked. "Science." I muttered. "No way! Me too!" He held up his schedule. "What are we doing?" I gave him a questioning stare. "I don't know, I'm not the teacher." "Oh. Well, what area are we in right now? Matter? Isaac Newton's laws of physics?" I looked up, praying to somehow shut up this kid. "Allyah, are you okay?" My dad asked me. "You used to always be so cheerful and happy. What happened to you?" "Nothing!" I said defensively, but it hit me like a bullet, nearly knocking my breath away. Who had I become? I remembered what I was like before. Different. Happier. Oh, I remembered how I was before. I ran to tag my friend Emmy, barely brushing her back with my fingertips. "Ha!" I shouted, before preceding to run away. "You're it!" "Not fair!" Emmy squealed. Audrey came rushing at us with water balloons. "Attack!" She yelped, tossing them at us. "Where did you get water balloons?" I shouted happily, picking a balloon that didn't burst off the ground. "RETREAT!" Audrey yelled as it hit her in the back. "I'm down!" Audrey fell down dramatically, still giggling. "Prepare my funeral! I want Emmy to sing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, and Allyah, you can give a speech. Hurry, people, I want a good funeral!" "We are gathered here today to witness the death of Audrey I-forgot-your-last-name. She was a short human. Thank you for your time." I said solemnly, my lips threatening to twitch into a smile. "Are you calling me short?" Audrey yelped, jumping up. She began chasing after me, pelting me with spare water balloons. I smiled at the memory. Then frowned. I was ashamed of myself now. Who had I become? Someone who only cared about myself? Then, like a lightning bolt, it struck me. The reason Simon had felt so familiar...was because he reminded me of myself! Of my past self, anyway. I felt embarrassed, ashamed. What had I done to myself? Why did I hide my true nature beneath a cloak of misery and loathing? I had to make a change. I wouldn't be able to live with myself otherwise. Already I could feel the tightening of my stomach that usually came when I felt extremely guilty. I would change, I vowed. The next day at school, I actually talked with Simon and laughed with him, making eye contact and smiling for the first time in a while. "You're so different than before!" Simon remarked, smiling after telling a joke. "You helped me realize something." I said softly. "What?" Simon asked, furrowing his brow. "That I can't stay down. I was stuck down in the muck for forever, until...you helped me out." I shrugged my shoulders. "So thank you." "No. You helped yourself. I just...gave you a nudge!" He smiled. A month passed, and I was happier than I had ever been. Simon and I were great friends, and my grades had improved back to all A's. Everything...was perfect. And then one day. Simon and I were eating lunch together when he suddenly said, "You see that girl over there? The one sitting all alone?" She looked to be Native American or something of that sort. "Yeah?" "You should invite her over." Simon smiled. "Please?" "Yeah, sure!" I walked over to her. "Hey, do you want to sit and eat with me?" "Wait, that's just what you said would happen,-" She looked over to her side. "Where's Simon?" I was confused. Wasn't Simon sitting next to me? "Do you want to?" I asked her again. "I would love to." She smiled shyly. I walked back over, but Simon had disappeared. "Wait, where's Simon?" "He was over with me!" The Native American girl said. "But he's been over here with me this entire time!" I shook my head in confusion. "Well, my name is Abey." She said. "That's so pretty. My name is Allyah." I smiled at her. That began a long, long friendship. We never saw Simon again. Every time we asked someone about him, they always responded in confusion...like he never existed. Maybe he never did. Maybe he was just a figment of our imagination. But whoever, whatever he was, he gave us a friend. And I wasn't alone anymore. I never had to hide myself again. We accumulated quite a crowd. Anyone we spotted sitting alone, we would always invite. Sometimes they accepted, sometimes they didn't. It didn't matter to us. It mattered more that we had tried, just like Simon had wanted. This is the path of friendship. One we should never stray from. But if we do... We will always come back. The end! I hoped you like it just as much as I did. Thank you so much for reading this. And, if you scrolled all the way down here, no, Selene is not my real name, I just wish it was. Like how Anne Shirley (Of Green Gables XD) wished her name was Cordelia. (Yes, I just watched Anne of Green Gables, however could you tell?)
