So I'm sitting here. In my room, with a labtop and Mindless Self Indulgence blasting lyrically in the background. I'm an official: 'need a life' statue and I'm dull on words. To add emphasize and explain my point I will present to you my piece of crap. Yay! It's like munching on crusted gum stuck to the bottom of my shoe. I feel loved.
An empty bottle floats amongst the waves of a cluttered beach. A boy of 9 pushes his albino hair out of his eyes as he sits timidly under a beach umbrella. There’s suntan lotion caked on him, a visor protecting his forehead to the bridge of his nose. Upon his nose dressed a thick black sunglasses and through these sunglasses did he watch the other kids play.
They kicked and stumbled into the water. Their faces pulled back skin to expose teeth and to each other they took it as a smile. The little boy of 9 watched with plain blank blue eyes. He would ask before why he couldn’t play with the others. His guardian whispered in his ear, a gloved hand wrapped about his wrist, “It’s to keep you pure my love.”
What could this boy define purity as? A sense of isolation? The punishment of freedom? No he hadn’t thought it as such but instead he thought it as food. Purity to him made his head swell into a egotistical barrier. It surrounded him and kept him warm.
A ball rolled towards him edging towards the shadow that loomed from the umbrella stand. He didn’t watch it didn’t mind it, he just stared at the little boys and girls who stopped playing and all stared back at him. They stopped? One broke off from their gathering and approached his perimeter. It was a girl with long brown hair. She asked, “Excuse me, may have the ball?”
A chance encounter. He thought about it for a long time. To them it seemed like a split second. “I don’t want to touch it. It’s not mine. I’m too pure for someone like you.” And like that they took what belonged to them and the girl merged back into her group. Not a word passed through their little gathering. Some of them refused to pull there teeth back anymore. The boy of 9 sniffed and watched as they kicked and stumbled into the water.
Awful. Don't lie. Despite the possibility that anyone would actually read it makes it tumbled down further into non-existence. I'm clocking in now. I'm a high school student. I should get better sleep and excitement then this.
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