Since we will be starting short stories next week, I thought I’ll attempt to write one. For some reason I couldn’t think of anything happy, maybe it’s because we watched that Buffy episode. It’s not finished because I felt it was getting too depressing, but here is what I’ve written so far.
It was the first day of spring, and the weather was supposed to be lovely all day. The bird were chirping outside and the begonia flowers in the front lawn had just started to blossom. Inside Maria was lying on the couch, flicking through the channels, feeling no motivation, no desire to do anything productive. She thought she can be productive tomorrow. Little did she realize that she’ll be sitting on that same couch, having that same thought two weeks later.
It was exactly two weeks and two days since she heard the dreaded news. She could still feel the cold sweat drops trembling down her face, and the chill that passed through her body. She could remember not having a quirky response for the first time in her life. The days that passed were a blur. She felt her she had no life.
Her sister was always there for her. She remembered one of the many times she sat in the tree-house in their backyard, arguing about the color of the wallpaper in the coffee shop in Albany Street. It was their hide away from the complexities of life since she was five years old. She thought about the time she got her acceptance letter from university. She remembered her sister holding on to her hand tight as she opened the letter. She remembered the movie marathon they had when her first boyfriend broke her heart. She wanted it to stop; she wanted to flick through her life like she was flicking through the channels on TV.
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