Lines

Lines

A Story by Stella

 

“GoooOOOOOO TEAM!”
“You can do it!!”
“We’re number ONE!”
      Everyone was yelling and having a great time. I was off in the corner watching the game like it was just something else boring on tv. My eyes moving from one side of the gym to the other but not really watching the game. Not really being “part of the school” as everyone likes to put it. As I was watching the game and I couldn’t help but think that I was the lines on the floor. I had people running, walking, and dancing on me every single day. I don’t change and as time goes on my colours change.
     “YOUR ALMOST THERE!” yelled a fat kid behind me. I couldn’t even believe I couldn’t yell for my team. This was the last basketball game of the year and all I was doing was looking at the lines that are going to be there everyday and there never going to change. But I couldn’t get the power to look at the game it was like the floor was who I was and the game was the real world and I never wanted to be apart of it. I just wanted to stay down and never become part of the game.
     “Hey, is anyone sitting here? Hey, I’m talking to you.” I looked up. I’m pretty sure I looked dead to everyone around me. He had blue eyes, it reminded me of this time I was hangout with my friends when I had friends and we all went out in to the woods at the end of my street and I reminder walking for hrs having the time of my life. Smiling, joking around… I can’t even remember the last time I had so much fun. After walking for about 3 hrs we stopped at a river. The Grass was so green and the shy was so blue I just fell on the grass and looked up at the shy for god only knows how long I was lying there. “Um hello?”
    “Oh, huh? Yeah it’s free.” I get to lost in my head now a days I wasn’t sure what was real and that’s probably why I was the lines on the floor. I never wanted to live in the now I always seem to live in the pass. And as the game goes on and we’re winning and kicking a*s, I couldn’t help but think… am I ever going to be part of the game or even be a fan?

© 2009 Stella


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Added on March 16, 2009

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Stella
Stella

Winnipeg, Canada



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ive been writing for years. Yes my spelling sucks.. but i feel spelling shouldnt mean anything.. its the meaning behind the writing.. as long as the writing makes you feel something thats all that mat.. more..

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