THE BEGINING

There she sat on her bed. This 17 year old girl. That soft bed made from that swedish soft cushion that when you lay on leaves the imprint of you. She wieghed 350 pounds so it was a pretty big imprint. She begins to read her magazine full of those she wish she could be which is skinny. She used to throw up her food but got to the point where after that she would eat again so it never really made a diffrence. She thinks of all the things she could have done when she was small not to be this way. She blames her parents for not showing her healthy foods and taking her to Chunkie Cheese all the time. She gets up from her bed and goes over to the mirror. I'm ugly she says. She is what she hates.

There he lays on his couch. This middle aged man. He drinks his modern beer from the can and watches his tv which is showing the replay of his marriage. A tear drops as he watches his deceased wife smile and say I do. He sits there wishing he could go back in time and save her. He closes his eyes and prays that just for once whatever he asked for would come true. Just this once. But like always, he opens his eyes to him and her smiling and laughing with cake in each others face. Ever since then he hasn't eaten much. He only weighs 100 pounds. It's been 2 months since the accident.

IT'S A SMALL SMALL WORLD

She walks from her mirror to her desk. She takes off her shirt just wearing her plain white bra and goes over to the mirror. She looks at her her fat, all her rolls, all her pudge, all the stretch marks, all the celulite. She hates herself. She grabs a filt tip pen and begins to circle her fat areas and areas she doesn't like. Just the way they do in the surgery shows she used to watch hoping she could get. She stares at a body covered of black ink. She goes over to her bed and grabs a twinkie from underneath and shoves it in her face.

He turns off the TV. He gets up slowly feeling light headed. He goes over to his kitchen and turns on the light. He throws his old beer in the trash. He opens the fridge and grabs a new beer. He then turns to look out his window. Next door he sees a girl standing in only her bra in front of a mirror marking her body. He looks disgusted. He turns away. He then looks at his own body which is nothing but bones covered in skin and wishes he could be more like her.

Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage. The human spirit is to grow strong by conflict.-William Ellery Channing (1780 - 1842)

I agree because we grow and learn through our problems. We grow stronger so it will never happen again. An idea could be either through man vs. woman such as he got his heart broken and it made him stronger in love, to not fall in love so quickly like in the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind. Yes i have used this idea in the past with my memiors, because i've been through this many times. Even through excersising. It starts off hard but you keep growing stronger and can do more. The story i read is called " Being the Good Girl" written by Wen Hui Tan. Mom vs. Daughter is the conflict. It is the main idea in the story. If it wasn't there there would not be a story. " Mommy, can i please actually go to a dance this year? " is the opening line. " She gazes at me, her only daughter, the good girl, and smirks, again raising that incredulous curved eyebrow as if chortling, you're dreaming right? Maybe." is the ending line.

A secret

I killed a girl yesterday...
I felt her skin touch mine.
I guess it was an accident.
I was drunk from all the jello shots earlier.
It was homecoming.
I saw her with all her friends laughing and having fun.
The crowd cheering, we won that night.
The party afterwards was full of those
who once said partying was for those
who were lost.
The nerds were there, and all the
normies.
I saw here from across the room.
She talked past the drunken slurs and lost phrases
flowing past the music being played.
She floated towards me, handed me a letter.
It said...
" I've seen you around. Actually, i've seen what you've done.
I just want you to know that you will be caught.
Trust me when i say this. You will be caught. "
I glaze into her eyes.
She smiles and laughs as if i'm trapped,
no way to escape.
I think of a plan.
You have to understand
that i'm only human.
I think all night of a decietfull plan.
I plan to drug her.
Get her to have sex with another girl here.
Take a photo. And blackmail her.
But she leaves before i get to carry it out.
I'm upset and scared. I find out her name.
It's Maria.
Maria, what a lovely name for a rat.
I leave. Drunk and tired.
I drive home into the night.
But on a particular night like this one,
fate throws me a bone.
I'm driving down a long dirt road if it even was a road.
I see other lights come from the side of me and
CRASH!!!
I hit a car.
I get out wondering what happend.
My cars ok, nothing really damaged
but the car i hit is crushed.
There lies a girl, glass in her face and bleeding in front of me.
I pick her up from her jacket.
It's Maria.
There's no pulse so i drop her.
I get into my car and leave.
I see the lights from her car fade in the distance.
Like i said, it was an accident but maybe
for the good, the better.
I trust you with this.
Let this be a secret, a secret that's all.