Forever SilentA Story by StephanieFor the "Finish the Sentence" contest.It was always the quiet ones who intrigued me most. In a way, I thought them to be the smartest ones. They never had to answer to anyone because no one bothered to talk to them for any significant reason; never had many friends unless they were part of that silent cult; always the top of the class, but never receiving the proper recognition. It was either a charmed life or a cursed life. For me, it was charming. You may be thinking that I’m one of them. Truthfully, it’s all I’ve ever wanted to not become them. I’ve always done my best to go out of my way and talk to my classmates and teachers, hoping to be among the known, yet here I am sitting alone at lunch. Again. I wear a subtle smirk today though. No one passing notices and the few people I do associate with don’t ask why. That’s what happens when you end up with the outcasts. I refuse to be one for the rest of my life. It’s for that very reason I smile today. I’m going to become legendary in this small and inconsequential town. Let’s just say the jocks, cheerleaders and Bob Marley wannabes aren’t the only ones who had a good weekend. Just as I start to go over my adventures, Annabel stops at my table. “Hey, Nicole. You seem happier than usual today.” She gives me a close-lipped smile and awaits my response. “You noticed? Thanks.” “I’m not the only one. Mind if I sit?” I gesture that it’s okay. She sits and starts on her homemade salad, golden delicious apple and green tea. Annabel is nice enough, but then I relapse into my memories. I remember the easy power I’d wielded over the quiet ones, the intoxicating smell of their blood spilling to the ground, the moment they finally relinquished their silence and realized it was too late to speak up. No one will notice they’re gone for another few days and by then there won’t be any bodies to find. Charming indeed. It was always the quiet ones who died first.
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4 Reviews Added on February 18, 2011 Last Updated on August 26, 2013 AuthorStephanieGilroy, CAAboutI'm Stephanie, 27. Still don't know what I want to be when I grow up, even though I have a degree. Getting through some serious writer's block from the past 5+ years. Excited to be back! more..Writing
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