Phys was alright, it was one of those tests that seem like pretty easy but then REALLY WEIRD so the weirdness made it sort of hard. Does that make sense?
Anyway it's over.
Just headached my way through doing a Chem past paper and reading Acidic notes.
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Here's another story.
I wrote it in year 10 for funsies. I saw a Commonwealth ad that was black and white and there was a girl in her backyard and the narrator said "It starts off with a girl" or something along those lines, and I was inspired and wrote this.
I think I was feeling quite... appreciative of the world. It was like... everyone in this world is suffering, everyone is sad at something, but there is always someone worse off than you. And that's all relative. You might be facing the death of a loved one or some family problems or personal issues and of course, every single problem is important if it affects you. But there are others out there suffering with you, you are not alone and it's good to just step back and take a look at everything and really just appreciate all the good things in life.
I think that's what I was trying to get across.
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It starts off with the girl, playing in her backyard. She is ignorant; she is happy. She met the earth seven summers ago and loves her life. The garden she plays in, jumps on, breathes in, dances on, emits an aura of…well, happiness. Simply put, this is her heaven. Nothing could make her happier. Unfortunately, when you’re at that point of elation, anything and everything can, sorry, will, make you sadder.
She looks back at the house, takes it for granted. She’s known it all her life, why should she be sentimental over it now? Her mum is inside, on the phone. This, she also takes for granted. The phone is a magical device of happiness, not a bearer of bad news. Her mum seems perfectly content, normal, calm, collected, nothing out of the ordinary.
But, the girl is ignorant; the girl is happy. Little does she know that she will very soon be homeless.
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The mum. Picks up the phone, answers to someone she has been dreading to hear. She keeps her composure. Her daughter can see her, she cannot afford to break down. Pull yourself together. Calm, and… collected. For your daughter.
The babysitter arrives. Temporary farewells to the daughter, I’m just going to meet with the bank people, okay honey? Greetings to the taxi driver. The taxi driver seems jolly. Seems. After all, there’s no hope in earning money by labeling yourself as depressed. No.
She makes him stop early. She needs to save the money, exercise, and anyway, it is a fine and sunny day.
The taxi driver smiles as she leaves. He sighs deeply. He needs all the money he can lay his hands on. She smiles as she walks away. Little does she know that his wife was just diagnosed with cancer.
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The taxi driver. Still thinking, musing, reflecting, on his wife. His beautiful wife. He took her for granted; always thought she would always be there, always. The doctors can be wrong though, can’t they? Can’t they?! The words. Those painful words…of death.
Cancer. Hospital fees. Not insured.
He punches his door handle. How heartless can the doctors be? She’s dying, isn’t the recognition of saving someone’s life more than enough pay? A life. What could be more valuable?
A woman walks past his taxi. She reminds him of his wife, at least before the cancer struck. Happy, confident, full of potential. He envies her. Why is her life so easy? Look at her; she can afford anything she wants.
Yet he is oblivious. He has made one mistake: assumption. He sees her as full of life, the epitome of success and happiness. Little does he know that she is abused by her husband on a daily basis.
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The woman. Nearly misses her bus. That was a close one. Imagine what would happen if she was late. She shudders, looks at the clock. Her husband is at home by now, waiting, counting the seconds she has left. Either way she will not be able to avoid his anger, but the earlier she is, the softer it will be.
A father and his teenage daughter shuffle onto the bus. The father is loving, asks questions, Do you need anything else? Anything you want. I will get it for you. He is rewarded with concise, one worded answers. How rude of the daughter. She is taking her father’s love for granted.
Why, if my husband were that loving, I think I would die of happiness. What has the younger generation come to?
She pities the father, she criticises the teenager. Little does she know that the teenager was raped a mere three days ago.
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The teenager. Her father is asking her questions. He cares so much about her; she is forced to answer with one worded replies, or else be subject to an overwhelming emotion. She blinks back the tears, avoids eye contact with her father.
They arrive at the grocery store; they need to stock up. She has to get used to it, she is going to be eating for two for another nine months.
She notices a couple. In love. They are so happy together. Will I ever have that? Will anyone love a girl who already has a baby?
She longs for the love that that couple shares. She longs for their life. Their easy, happy, romantic, carefree lives. They are perfect. Nothing can harm them. Nothing can be worse than what I’ve been through. Little does she know that the couple’s baby was born still.
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The couple. They are shopping to cater for their baby’s funeral. They hug each other, kiss each other, comfort each other. They could not survive this if they were alone.
At the funeral. A mass of black proceeds to the coffin. The tiny coffin. It looks like a wooden case for a viola. So small, so tiny, yet so significant. For everyone. Speeches are heartfelt, flowers are aplenty, tears are streaming.
They mourn, they mourn,
They all mourn.
