
I should never had to wonder why am I here for .. or what I want to be when I grow up..
It’s all right there from the beginning in that tiny brain inside that tiny little head . A perfect creation born with all the knowledge that is ever needed... from the minute you are born , people called family will put layer upon layer of untruths and misinformation and unknowingly will change you to the point that you don’t know who you are anymore. They will twist you and turn you and show you an elf , a bit of magic that everybody should know . So you are standing on your toes waiting on the big reveal. You look into a mirror ... and see yourself
Watching the cars come and go , the kids were excited and everyone was talking at once.. my head was spinning and any joy I’d felt was long gone . I looked around and suddenly realized I was the only one left. I was a timid little girl and didn’t fit in . I didn’t have friends and felt so alone. Now abandoned it seemed . As the teacher waited with me , looking at her watch and trying to not act perturbed, she started to pace back and forth. My heart was about to burst . The excitement had long time faded and I started to think my mother had forgotten me. It wouldn’t be the first time .. I couldn’t stand to see my teacher pacing any more . It took everything in me to gather the courage .. trying to act normal , I said oh there she is !! she parked out front. I said bye ! And before she could respond, I was halfway across the school yard. The teacher wasted no time in leaving and I was left alone . I hid in the big truck tire at the playground watching her car til out of site. It felt good to be in that tire .It was my hideout and I felt safe there. It had started to rain .. and I was wet and cold. Sometime later , mama showed up like nothing was wrong and I said nothing to differ . The ride home was silent until we pulled up . As she was getting out she looked at me as if the first time. She said you’re filthy ! How did you get so dirty ? and wash that stringy hair . Company is coming for dinner so try and look nice if you can . Now go !! I hated my room and I hated my life. For that I had good reason.
About the Creator
Betsy Jane Hiatt
I am an Artist . I was born with a paint brush in my hand and never have put it down. I believe in Magic and Miracles, Faeries and Love. Especially Love and be it everlasting. My imagination is endless and beauty can be found in everything



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