Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Confessions Of A Wallflower: Book One, Chapter Two (snippet)

This night brings me to overlook the sleepy town we have migrated to. Arched rooftops molest the midnight blue sky illuminating at twelve. Nothing is as it seems, not even the sparkling stars desperate to dazzle the whites of my eyes.

Blue fingers cold on my own skin. My hoodie pulled tight. I fold up my knees under my chin. Why did Lorraine do it? I miss her face, her laugh, her indirect sisterhood. My best friend is no longer my shadow and I am no longer hers.

All that is left is a merrier photo; corners ruffled, smiling faces; no more. A prettied dresser; stickers covering the desk, scratched, corners lifting. My name, Lorraine’s name in coloured markers. Faded. My reflection is an infection. The mirror says I have the whole world ahead of me, I will be successful in whatever I chose to do with it; even telling me I am beautiful in my oversized t-shirt. I don’t believe it. My sleeves are torn and used. I’m not beautiful and that is how I will stay.

“Samantha? It’s almost midnight. First day of school tomorrow.” My father shyly stands in the doorway. Posters on the walls, a reminiscence of his youth. Rehabbing the thought of abandonment for one night, I retire to the comfort of my bed, saving the footnote for my own private farewell ceremony.

My eyes close.