A Little Girl

A little girl. Little to everyone else, at least, but not to her. She was a person, a girl, a learner. She was not little. The age of little was that of diapers, before speech became more natural than cries. She was far beyond that, and was far beyond it years ago. Her attitude and manners were disconcerting, and she knew it. She frightened her mother, and disturbed her father, but that did not bother her. She was beyond them.

Everything about her was different. Her eyes, blue with a hint of purple, penetrating deep within the object of her stare. Her voice, saying the things no adult would hear, no child would understand beyond the strangeness. She was aware, and she did not care, did not change.

The girl had a father and a mother. They were as much her family as the strangers around her, for they did not understand her, and she did not care to understand them. She might have once wished to be like them, but their existence did not appeal to her, and she did not care to be the same as any other. Her attempt to love them only succeeded to the extent that she loved anyone else, but she barely tried. They constricted her, and she longed to be free.

School was difficult for the girl. Children were repelled by her and resented the way she spoke, the few times she did. Her teachers found themselves treating her as an adult, then catching themselves and condescending to her as they did the other young children. She despised her teachers for this and for the fact that they could not or would not teach her anything she wished to know. The lessons were far simpler than she read on her own, and the things that interested her were skipped over as too challenging or boring. She soon discovered the public library, and from then on was rarely found elsewhere.

Then they stopped trying to find her, and she was at last by herself, free to be herself. It was all she had ever wanted, and all she had ever feared.

Author's Note

Seems like I'm trying to hard? Please review

Reviews

[Aelia Darkshadow]

I feel her pain. Sometimes you just have to let people have some time to get over the fact that your way awesomer than they are. XD

[Ninja'sMuse]

Haha definitely :) Thanks!

[Kaylor Mason]

It's great. Even though I'm a guy, this girl's childhood sounds a lot like mine--with the part of how I hated many teachers and adult friends for their damned condescending attitudes and such--but I had awesome parents, thank God. If I hadn't, I probably wouldn't be alive today.
I like that last line. Where she was free and scared. Very, very accurate description of yearning for solitude; I know from experience

[Ninja'sMuse]

Thanks so much, I'm glad to heard this is relatable to anyone besides me :) The condescension of adults can be astonishing..

[Alice]

It was good! I really like it, but you could use a more detalied ending. I didn't really get it (the ending). Over all it was good

~~ Alice