Priscilla, the Pessimist

This is about a girl who doesn't think anything is good.

          On a cold, October night, a girl is seen walking do the street. She has her hands in her Skillet sweatshirt, slumping over, hoping that no one will see her. Her straight, razor-cut hair hangs down her back like a black blanket in the night while her side bangs cover her right eye, making her seem dangerous. The light beams off her red bow barrette, forcing her to cover her eyes. When the light fades back into the night, she pushes her bangs out of her face, showing her right eye, showing how beautiful her grayish-green eyes are. Her name is Priscilla.

          After five minutes of walking, a handsome, tan baseball player with muscles, a dashing smile, and deep brown eyes with brown hair comes up to her. “You know, you are really pretty,” He said. “Why don’t you walk with more confidence?” After hearing him say this, she stops dead in her tracks, turning towards him to look him dead in the eyes. “You are only looking for an easy lay,” She says. “Sorry, but your charms don’t work on me.” After seeing his stunned reaction, she puts in her headphones, blasting Black Veil Brides, turns back to the way she was walking, and keeps walking.

          A few minutes later, she arrives at her house, opening the front door. She doesn’t even bother to call for her mom because Priscilla already knows that there won’t be an answer. Her mom is out “catering” to one of her “clients.” God, she hates her mom. There is never any time for her in her mom’s life. It was always just work and sleep. Maybe that’s why she always looks for the bad side of things.

 

Author's Note

Never be a pessimist like Priscilla, no matter what happens

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

I hope that lesson gets through.
But as my name is Priscilla I can't help but be intrigued.
Where does this story go and exactly where is her pessimism?
To me she just seems intrverted, depressed, a loner. Not so much of a pessimist.
i have been one and let me hit ya back with my perception of pessimism.
Just for fun:)
I am an optomist now, would love for every one to jump on this train but for you...
A pessimism poem:)
I liked this though.
Seeked it out if you must know.
Curiousity and all:)

[PrincessZeldaWannabe]

Great job - I really love the part when the baseball player approaches her and what he says to her!