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Katie's Glass
Author's note:
In school, we were asked to get together with a partner and write a story together. I proposed the idea of poems and first person to give the story a fantastic and realistic feel. Grace Tablert wrote Abigail's point of view.
  She stood
  Perched atop her trusted horse
  She was a speck of dust on the horizon
  A blood red sun setting in front of her
  Her hair flowing behind her like a river of molten gold
  Her crimson dress cascading down one side like a fresh picked rose
  Her vibrant eyes like all-seeing emeralds
  The scent of growing grass swirling about her like a sweet smelling wind
  She was a proud, noble figure
  Like a princess ready to help her kingdom
  And she was ready to help
  Ellenor had turned
  She used to be Abigail's best friend
  They had played together as children
  Shared countless adventures together
  Saved the kingdom from doom
  But now Ellenor was a wretched monster
  A lying snake
  That had promised to be with Abigail forever
  A promise sealed by the necklace
  Hanging around Abigail’s neck like the brick in her stomach
  Leaving a bitter and hostile taste in her mouth
  And Abigail was angry
  You wouldn’t be able to see it from her face
  There were only a few hints at vexation:
  The creases between her eyebrows
  The downturned corners of her mouth
  The way she balled her fist and made tiny crescent moons along her palm
  She was ready now
  Ready to fight
  She turned her gaze from the setting sun
  Looking now to the Palomino below her
  “Let’s go, Sammy.”
  The horse whinnied and took off down the hill
  A streak of pale gold against the bright green land
  A streak of pale gold running to the palace
  The cheerleading gang swarmed the hallway. I pressed against my locker, trying to avoid the hurricane of dyed-blonde hair and big, blue bows. There was no room for anyone in our small high school. Whenever the monstrous group of cheerleaders stormed up the hallway after their morning practice every day, everyone just tried to get out of their way.
  I sighed as I pushed away from my locker with my backpack digging into my shoulder, hoping to get to class before the cheerleaders started to disperse into another wave of havoc--but I failed. Before I ran into trouble, I stopped. Papers exploded from the hands of Harold Parker as a cheerleader dashed past him, bumping into his thick binder. Harry groaned, and I rolled my eyes as I bent down to help him pick up his work.
  “Thanks Evans,” Harry said, trying to reorganize his ripped binder. I stood, pulling him to his feet. The last social studies paper disappeared, and Harry flung his backpack onto his shoulder after safely tucking the binder into it.
  We hurried down the long hallway that was now growing empty. I looked around at the few stragglers that were still hurrying from their tiny lockers, and my eye caught one in particular.
  “Who’s that?” I asked, pointing at a skinny girl with light-brown hair. She was hovering by her locker, eyeing the head cheerleader--Kathy--as she high-heeled her way to computer concepts with their ancient teacher, Mr. Humm. Harry turned, pulling a granola bar from his bag. He then proceeded to take a bite so large I thought he was going to choke.
  “Khayhee,” he munched, spitting food. I glared at him and he swallowed. “Katie Smith, the queen of the ILS.” Harry rolled his eyes.
  “What?”
  “The International Lonely Society. Duh.” Harry took another bite, this one smaller. He ripped the wrapper off and lazily threw it towards the garbage can by the water fountains. The wrapper didn’t even make it halfway before it drifted slowly to the ground. Harry grumbled.
  “Harry you can’t just throw garbage on the ground.” I pulled the door to the art room open and we slipped in. “And what happened to her friends? I swore I saw her hanging out with that one red-headed chick.” Harry shrugged right as the bell rang.
  “The janitor doesn’t work enough.” He murmured, not answering my question. I stopped as the whole class turned to look at me and Harry, who was licking the chocolate from his fingers. Our teacher, Ms. Hammerson, gave us a fake smile.
  “You two just barely made it,” she said in her creepy-cheerful voice. “Please take a seat.” Harry groaned and I went to go find my seat next to the point guard on my basketball team, Noah. Suddenly there was a small knock on the door, and I turned around to peer through the glass. There--on the other side--was Katie. Her eyes were sad as I pushed open the door to let her in. “Katie!” The weird teacher sang. “Late again! That will be a detention tomorrow after school!” Katie nodded, then slowly made her way to her seat. I sighed, then smacked Noah on the shoulder as I threw myself into my chair.
  Sammy cantered through the town square
  Shimmering in the sun’s vehemence
  The queen stood
  Her cobalt blue and daffodil yellow cape swirling in the wind
  Twisting round itself like a graceful ballerina
  “Come forth, great warrior.”
  Abigail dismounted, her armor clinking like thousands of glass shards
  “I am here, my queen.”
  Behind the towering woman was a group of blue and yellow dressed jesters
  Laughing and causing havoc
  Knocking over stands
  Teasing anyone different
  Abigail frowned
  Why did the queen do nothing?
  “You have been summoned to save the kingdom
  Ellenor is no longer on our side
  She has betrayed us
  You must stop her before she destroys us all.”
  The town square erupted into irate whispers
  It was swiftly hushed by guards
  So many had been connected to Ellenor
  None more close than Abigail.
  Abigail set her expression to grim determination
  “I will find the traitor.”
  The queen bowed her head
  Acknowledging the acceptance
  She lowered herself
  Sitting back in her throne
  Imperial as ever
  Her back straighter than a broom
  Her crown poised perfectly on her auburn hair.
  Abigail threw herself atop Sammy
  The crowd separated as easily as butter met by a warm knife
  And Abigail set off
  It was time to find Ellenor
  Her ex-best friend
  Abigail held back fiery tears
  So many adventures with Ellenor
  Only to be betrayed
  Abigail closed her eyes
  Visualizing her dragon friend
  Golden and kind
  Flying above her and Sammy
  Flowing smoothly through the sky
  Surging through feather-light clouds
  Ellenor’s glorious yellow-orange scales were like mirrors
  Reflecting healing sunlight upon the land
  Everywhere she soared miracles occurred
  The grass grew greener
  The crops more luscious
  The trees flourishing
  Their branches blanketed by blossoms
  The world rejoiced at Ellenor’s flight
  Abigail basked in her glory and friendship
  No crops rotted
  No animals became ill
  Ellenor was a blessing
  Floating through the world on soft wings
  Now she was a curse
  That scorched the land
  And caused the very grass to reject her
  Abigail’s eyes opened again
  They were met by the sight of a countryside
  One she recognized rapidly
  This was where she met up with Ellenor
  This barren, craggy, knoll-filled desert had once been booming with life
  Thousands of dragons lived here
  All with glittering scales that kindled happiness
  Countering anything that wasn’t
  But because of Ellenor the dragons were gone
  None were Abigail’s friends
  Now it was a dismal, barren land
  No tall trees to scale
  No grass to reel around
  No creeks to romp and splash through
  Abigail tried to prevent it
  But the memory of Ellenor overwhelmed her like ink in a pool
PAST
  Abigail sauntered to the town square
  A proud knight come back from a successful mission
  Sammy walked beside her
  Head held so high she felt some trepidation that it might get lost in the clouds
  Abigail halted in front of the king (for it was a king at the time)
  “Well done, Abigail.”
  The king’s smile was luminous and filled Abigail with elation
  “You are the youngest knight we have, but you have proven your worth
  “We have another mission for you
  It will be arduous
  But you will triumph.”
  Abigail stood resolute
  Despite having no inkling as to the meaning of arduous,
  She was confident
  From behind the illustrious ruler came a lowly peasant
  His back was bent with disquiet too mature for his youthful face
  His brows so compacted together they looked like a single shaggy worm
  “My big sisters, they are being assaulted
  A dreadful monster
  A fire-breathing yellow-scale death-creature has tried to kill them
  It has burned our crops
  Leveled our home
  Please, stop it before all is lost!”
  Abigail was appalled
  What would harm an innocent peasant
  What beast would harm his sisters?
  Abigail instantly leapt onto Sammy and galloped off into the countryside
  No one would  jeopardize her kingdom’s subjects
  Abigail would make sure of that
  She rode until the sun was at its peak
  Glaring down at the world below
  Causing the grass to smoke and the leaves to crackle
  Abigail jumped off Sammy at a thunderous noise
  It was between a dog’s growl and a cat’s hiss
  It caused the world to convulse and sent a tremor through Abigail
  Tethering Sammy safely to a tree, she proceeded on her own
  Soon a mountain rose up in front of her
  A foreboding shade of dark gray
  Was this where the monster dwelt?
  Abigail scaled the side of the mountain and came to rest on a vast ledge
  Tentatively she edged forward toward a cave carved into the side
  Wary of the perilous surroundings
  Again that dog-cat sound emanated from within, and Abigail took another step
  Through an immense opening into the cave she could see what looked like a playset:
  A decrepit slide and rickety monkey bars
  A measly Merry-go-round
  Even a pitiful climbing wall carved into the side
  In the middle of it all was a lone dragon
  Crying bitter tears and causing the Merry-go-round to creak dangerously
  Abigail was baffled
  Was this the monster?
  No it couldn’t be
  This was a young creature
  Not a fire breathing beast of doom
  Abigail advanced
  “Are you the dragon that has been terrorising the peasant’s sisters?”
  The small golden dragon screeched
  “Leave me alone!
  They threw rocks at me, so I gave them what they deserved.”
  Abigail was confused
  “They threw rocks at you?”
  The dragon was morose and turned away
  “They were being mean, so I broke their playset.”
  Abigail didn’t understand
  “But if you wanted them to be nicer, why would you hurt them too?”
  The small dragon huffed
  “Nobody wants to be my friend, so why should I try if they don’t.”
  Abigail took a confident step forward
  “I’ll be your friend.”
  The dragon swiveled and watched her with innocent and desperate eyes
  “Can you prove it?”
  Abigail nodded, more certain than ever
  “Let’s get some more kids. We’ll all play tag together!”
  The dragon’s dull scales began to shimmer as she rose
  “Really?”
  Abigail smiled
  “Of course! We can even do this tomorrow too. From here on out, I’ll be your friend.”
  The little dragon glowed
  “Thank you.”
  Abigail’s smile widened
  “By the way, what’s your name?”
  “I’m Ellenor. I go by Ella for short.”
  I wandered around the lunchroom, eyeing the table I usually sat in. The basketball lunch table consisted of me: starting guard; Noah: starting point guard; Jordan: starting center, and a few others, including our other starting guard, Harry.
  “Hey Harold!” Jordan yelled, throwing a grape into Harry’s mouth. “I heard mister Kevin over here is taking your place tonight in the starting five.” Jordan blew a spitball at the head of the star quarterback, Alex Helsmith. Alex turned, flicking the ball back at him, and pulled the seat out from beneath Jordan. Jordan hit the ground, cracking up. Everyone else in the lunchroom erupted in laughter. I smirked, then thought about heading over, until I saw the small table in the back. Katie was perched by the garbage cans, staring dreamily at the lights on the high ceiling while stuffing the processed chicken into her face. I sighed, staring at the girl sitting by herself, and hurried quickly in that direction.
  “Hello,” I said briefly, sliding into the round seat to the left of her. She blinked, clearly coming out of a daydream. I ripped open my bag of chips and expertly slipped one into my mouth. Katie’s shocked eyes blinked, then she silently continued chowing down on chicken nuggets, her eyes more in focused, her brows furrowed.
  We ate in silence, and after around fifteen minutes I stood, gathering all of trash up onto my tray and bent down to Katie, who had a pencil scribbling through a spiral notebook with her trash spilling all over her ripped paper sack.
  “May I take these?” I asked, gesturing to the plastic bags that had held her chicken nuggets and her carrots. She jumped, as if I had startled her. She looked up at me with pale green eyes, then nodded slowly. Katie whispered a quiet ‘thank you’, as I scooped up her bags onto my tray. I nodded, then carried everything to the trash. The bell rang loud, and when I turned around Katie was gone.
  Abigail blinked away the tears that followed the violent flashback
  So many broken promises
  After a year of gleeful tag games with the other peasants they went to school for the first time
  School didn’t last long though
  Only a week
  Then it was off to knighting again
  From then on it was the two of them coasting along
  They made necklaces together, signifying their unending friendship
  Abigail was fortunate
  She had practice at being a knight
  But Ellenor wasn’t so blessed
  She was like a fletching bird
  Never having flown before
  She needed assistance with her missions
  Abigail had done a few with her, and in little time they became an inseparable team
  From then on it was the two of them coasting along
  They even made necklaces together, signifying their unending friendship
  They rescued farms
  Animals
  Forests
  Fellow knights with laborious homework
  But now Ellenor had ceased to be Abigail’s friend
  It had all gone downhill so quickly
  How could Ellenor have ruined everything they had together?
  How could she do that?
  Abigail shut her eyes and regained her composure
  When she opened them, she noticed someone was hovering beside her
  “Who are you?”
  “I’m Evans. I didn’t like your art last year. Now I’m going to stalk you.”
  Abigail was startled
  “Why would you do that?”
  Evans stared blankly up at her
  “ ‘Cause I’m a squire. Duh.”
  Abigail only became more cross and confused
  “Can’t you go somewhere else? To another knight perhaps?”
  Evans didn’t utter another word
  “Evans?”
  He was silent as the night, staring intently at the ground
  “Why aren’t you looking at me?”
  His eyes didn’t move from their position
  Bewildered, Abigail turned and had Sammy ride off again
  She looked once to see what had become of the vexing squire, but he had vanished with the wind
  My foot tapped loudly against the ground like a cacophonous hammer on a drum. Harry bit off the eraser of his chewed-up pencil while we waited. We had been partners almost every spanish project we had been assigned, but now Senora Marian hustled around, giving some people sticks with English words on it, and others sticks with Spanish words. “Pair up with the person who has the match to your word!”
  I groaned and looked at my stick. Blood. Great, we haven’t learned words like these yet. I glanced over at Harry, who was staring at me. I stood up and raced over to him, snatching the stick from his hand. His read piǹa. I groaned.
  “Dude, unless piǹa colada means ‘blood wash’, we’re not partners.” Harry said, blowing a bubble with his gum. I sighed as a nerdy boy with a large mouthguard raced over.
  “Did you s-say piǹa?” He spat, spraying saliva all over me and Harry. “I have pineapple! We’re partner’s-s!” Harry gave me a pained look as Stewart raced to go get his stuff. I laughed.
  “Well, good luck Harry, now I’ve got to go find my partner.” I glanced around: everyone had already merged with their partner and and begun to work on their Spanish project, searching stuff about the latino’s house, hair, and clothes styles. My face began to sweat as I saw all of the acceptable partners had already paired up. I laughed as I saw--curled up into a ball--little Katie sitting partnerless in the  middle of the room. I raced over to her, tucking my borrowed laptop under my arm. Her eyes filled with a look of annoyance and confusion as I kindly handed her my stick. Katie hesitantly glanced at the wood, then shook her head in disbelief. She flipped her stick, and the word sangre was written in thick blue Sharpie across it. “Well miss,” I said plopping down next to her. “Looks like we are partners.” She gave a little annoyed huff, but I saw her smile at my fast-food themed background.
  Abigail continued her trek across the vast land
  Like a leaf blown from one catastrophe to another
  She stopped to help where she could
  A home on fire because of Ellenor
  Crops obliterated because of Ellenor
  People left to die on mountain tops because of Ellenor
  She was a fiend now
  A vicious monster
  Whose scales had stopped healing, and they instead created sickness
  Whose once love-filled eyes now bore only detestation
  Whose name had brought endless joy to the land
  Now left only despair
  Abigail stopped once again as she came across another burning home
  Memories going up in flames as the peasants scrambled out
  Livelihoods blown away with the rising smoke
  Mixed in with the cloud of deep gray
  As foreboding as the mountain Abigail first met Ellenor weeping in
  Now the only ones crying were the peasants as their homes were turned to rubble
  Brought about by Ellenor’s dream-crushing vile ways
  Running up to one of the peasants, Abigail asked to help
  He coughed and tears streamed from his eyes
  Making tiny reviens down his soot coated face
  “My son,” he wheezed
  “He’s still in there!”
  Abigail adjusted her armor
  She sprinted into the house
  As if the fire was no more than trees she were avoiding in a run
  She would save this peasant's son
  It was just another effortless mission to add onto her crucial one
  Abigail weaved between fallen beams with the dexterity of a cat meandering around bends
  She could hear a wailing from farther within
  Rushing forward she barely avoided a falling beam
  Through the smoke and the fire she could see a small infant
  Standing in the middle of it all
  His small hands raised as if he were conducting the fire in its deadly song
  The sound emanating from him was complete terror:
  Shrill
  Desparate
  Horrified
  Abigail threw herself at the infant
  Plucking him up in a rapid swipe
  A burning beam smashed into the floor he’d been standing on a split second ago
  Abigail, unsettled by how close the infant had been to death, turned
  And saw her way out blocked off
  Squinting through all the smoke she could see the faint outline of someone in the doorway
  “Sorry!”
  Who was that?
  Evans!
  “I meant to help, but...uh…”
  Abigail’s brows drew together in a glare aimed at the inadequate squire
  He was going send it all into disarray
  Concentrating on all the blazing beams in her way, Abigail charted a pathway
  Holding the shrieking infant to her chest
  She exhaled slowly and began racing for the exit
  Drop under this beam
  Hurtle over the next
  Lunge around this one in the middle
  Jump the one that just fell
  Miraculously, Abigail escaped the fire, unsinged
  That could not be said for Evans who was covered in soot as if he’d showered in ashes
  The infant’s screaming finally relented
  Now replaced by gut-wrenching sobs
  Abigail diligently passed the child on to his father
  She then pivoted accusingly to Evans
  “Stop stalking me! I work better without people!”
  Evans just sneered
  “Sure. I don’t think that counts for that art you have in the castle.”
  Abigail had to hold back tears at how deep the comment cut
  She had spent hours
  Days
  On that project
  And he tore her down
  Saying the colors and shading were off
  “Leave me alone.”
  Evans crossed his arms
  “We’re working together now.”
  Abigail turned the only direction she could think of--
  Back to the house
  The fire continued devouring it
  Shattering through the crevices in the roof like shards of glistening glass
  Twinkling like stars
  Insulting the family’s grief by merrily flowing over their home like a flood
  Abigail watched in muted horror as one side sagged
  No longer able to hold out on the blaze’s onslaught
  The home let out one last dying groan
  And it collapsed in a heap
  Sparks flew away from it and rose through the sky
  Joining the sun to spite the people below
  Behind her Abigail could hear the father’s breath leave him
  Their home
  Their livelihood
  Their memories
  All gone up in flames
  I pressed my back against the bare wall, eyeing my hole-covered socks. My toes tapped nervously on the cold hardwood floor of my clean entryway. I checked my watch; Katie still had five minutes to get here on time.
  I peered out the small window. The unmowed lawn was coming close to covering the sidewalk up to my little house. What kind of house did she live in? Would she be bothered by my tiny, clean house? Naw. I thought. Katie wasn’t the most perceptive person.
  A quiet, dirty-blonde rode up the overrun sidewalk on a dirt-encrusted bike. Katie hopped off, unstrapping her helmet from her head. She slunk a heavy-looking backpack over her shoulder as she stepped up to the door to knock. I whipped the squeaky door open.
  “Hey Katie!” I said, seeing if my hyperness would wear off on the somber Katie. She jumped. I pulled at a loose string on my sweater. Katie blinked up at me with her pale, vacant, green eyes. She murmured a “Hey Simon,” then pushed her way into my home. Katie paused for a second to wipe her large boots on my old doormat.
  “You can set your shoes off to the side,” I said, gesturing that I would take her coat for her. She pulled away from my hand.
  “I will keep my coat on.” Katie said, pulling her jacket tighter around her. I nodded. My heating was bad anyway. I waved her on as I slid in my socks across the floor, almost slipping. Katie gave an impatient sigh behind me and I rolled my eyes.
  “In here, Miss Katie,” I said, leading her into a large, sun-filled room that had an old, dusty table in the center. The dining table shared the room with a desk and two scratchy couches. The contents of my backpack was spilled across the clean surface. I pulled out one of the six chairs, and Katie plopped down, dropping her backpack on the table. I pulled out my spanish textbooks and a few sheets of blank paper. “I’m sorry Katie,” I said, laughing. “I didn’t really pay attention in class, what are we doing again?” Katie sighed as she pulled a bottle of water out of her pink pack. She sipped.
  “We already finished our background research in class, so we chose one of the options  to go deeper into research and create a presentation on…” Katie paused. This was the most focused I’d ever seen her. She dramatically flipped through one of the smaller textbooks and stuck her finger down on the title of the chapter. “...spanish style homes.” I nodded, pulling my borrowed laptop from my bag and pushing the screen up.
  “Well...I’ll pull up some pictures and you can get blueprints…” I opened up a slide show and started typing the title: Ten Ways to Designate a Spanish House From a Common Home...
  We worked until I thought my fingers were going to fall off like broken sticks from weary limbs. We stopped and took a break around an hour into it, and we had already rough drafted six of our slides. I slid into my small kitchen and pulled open the fridge, taking out a pitcher of lemonade. Katie turned to the bathroom and checked her reflection in the mirror.
  “Do you want some?” I asked, already pouring a glass. She had finished her water twenty minutes into our project. She nodded, checking the watch on her arm. It was a little after five, and the sun was getting lower and lower. I stuffed the cup into her hand and dropped three ice cubes into the glass.
  “Thank you.” She mumbled. Katie took a sip and gestured back down the hall. “So, we should go back and continue the project, I’ve got thirty minutes before I have to go home.”
  Abigail didn’t appreciate Evans being confined with her
  He weighed her down
  Held her back
  Chastised her judgement
  Ruined her plans
  When trying to remove a fallen log from the forest path he’d been stupid enough to suggest burning it
  After that Abigail stopped heeding to his recommendations
  He would attempt to make small talk as they advanced;
  However, it would rapidly degrade into him chattering about himself
  Abigail still mentally rolling her eyes at every word
  The worst part about Evans was that he forced her on another mission
  He had found out there was a family confined at the top of a mountain
  And he insisted they make the full journey to rescue them
  Abigail was afraid that if he went alone he would cause an avalanche
  Killing himself and eradicating the nearby town
  So instead of confronting Ellenor
  She was unwillingly strapped to this Evans
  Forced to listen to his unintelligent conversation
  That reminded her of birds screeching in her ears
  After half a day traversing the countryside
  They ultimately decided it was time to relax
  Abigail set up a fire and sat down to rest
  “Thanks for helping me.”
  Abigail was alarmed
  Was Evans talking to her or the voices in his head?
  “I don’t really know how to do this stuff
  And I know I’m probably not much help
  But, thank you for sticking with me anyway.”
  Abigail didn’t reply
  She didn’t know how to
  “I’m pretty dumb, to be honest.”
  Surprising herself, Abigail responded
  “No you’re not.”
  Evans’ expression became confused
  He was even more startled than Abigail at the response
  “You may not know much yet
  But you are a fast learner
  After you knew that starting fire in the woods wasn’t a good idea
  You suggested pushing the log
  “After we realized we weren’t strong enough
  You suggested getting help
  “And after you realized there was none within reach
  You advised cutting it with our swords and picking up the smaller pieces
  “You may not be the best partner
  But you are learning
  And you are improving.”
  Evans was silent at that
  He looked to the woods
  Then back to Abigail as if thinking what to say
  “Good-night, I guess.”
  “Good-night, Evans.”
  Abigail didn’t even realize that she had just been kind to the squire
  And had put a firm smile on his face as they slept
  I fished through my bag, frustrated. I glanced at Harry, who made a gagging gesture behind his partner’s back. I smiled, then realized I must’ve forgotten my spanish book at home. I grunted right as Katie walked in in her faded cloths and her glossy eyes, that had been slowly becoming more focused every time I saw her. Katie rubbed her face and dropped herself into the desk next to me, then pulled her worn textbook out of her bag. I gave her a smile. She dismissed it.
  “Hey Katie, I must’ve left my textbook back in my other backpack at home.” I pulled the zipper of my backpack shut and flipped open the laptop. She gave a disappointed shake of her head, but I saw her smile slightly.
  “I don’t think it matters,” she said softly. “We are almost done anyway, then we don’t have to annoy each other anymore.” Katie flipped through the slides and I tilted my head, confused. This wasn’t the first time she said something rude. Anyway, I continued to grin.
  “I had fun. Maybe we can be partners again,” I highlighted the spanish words and change all of them to a pale green. Katie looked at my change and shook her head.
  “I don’t like that color.” Katie said, highlighting them again and switching it back to a neon green.
  “Why? They match your eyes. I wish my eyes were green.” I flipped the font color and continued polishing the slides. Senora Marian strode by, her sky-high heels tapped loudly on the floor.
  “Your eyes are better than mine,” she said, her face turning red. “Yours are yellow, green, and brown!” Katie hit her keys so hard on her computer I thought she was going to break her fingers. I laughed.
  “My eyes look like the vegetable soup my mom makes from a can.” I made a hurling sound. “Your’s are like tree frogs. Frogs are my favorite animal.” Harry waved at me, then chucked mint flavored gum in my direction when the teacher wasn’t looking. Katie glared at her computer, frustrated. I offered her half of my gum and she ripped it out of my hand without paying attention. She threw it into her mouth and started grinding it. She gagged.
  “I hate mint!” She said. She didn’t spit it out.
  “Sorry!” I laughed, searching games on my computer.
  We worked until my gum was stale. I sat, counting down the minutes until the bell rang. Katie stared into space, attempting to avoid eye contact. I whistled, trying to fill the awkward space.
  “So,” I said, looking at Katie. She didn’t move.
  “I don’t really know much about you. Do you have a dog?” Katie looked away for a moment
  “I did, but Sammy got hit by a car a few months ago.”
  “Do you write to your friend? Or did you and Ella completely shut each other out when she left?” I looked at her, begging for her to tell me something, but she shot up right as the bell rang. She was out and away before I could yell, “Hey!”
  Evans wasn’t as much of a burden as Abigail expected
  He still felt like a brick strapped to her ankle
  But she had expected a whole mountain of stupidity holding her back
  At least a brick could occasionally be thrown
  Evans didn’t have a horse as Abigail did
  And she was restricted to staying down to his level because of it
  Sammy would traipse beside them as Abigail endeavored to explain everything
  “So she was your best friend?”
  “I’ve explained this a good hundred-fifty times, Evans. Yes.”
  “What did she do?”
  “She left.”
  Abigail stared on in contempt for all the prying Evans was doing
  “So now you’re supposed to go out and fight her?”
  “I’m already combating her by stopping her destruction.”
  Evans was getting exasperating
  Perhaps it would be best to dismiss him promptly
  “So you’re hurting her back?
  But didn’t you say hurting bullies back didn’t work that first time you met her?”
  Abigail’s eyebrows drew together and she had to hold back a scream
  “It’s not like that.”
  She barely whispered the words
  “But it is, isn’t it?
  You’re hurting her, because she hurt you.
  You know you haven’t talked to her since she left
  So how do you know she’s really evil?”
  Abigail stomped her foot and stopped her march forward
  “She’s evil! She left me! She can’t be trusted!”
  “You’re just assuming that.
  She moved to a new town
  It wasn’t her fault
  She didn’t have a choice
  Yet you cut her off from her best friend
  How could you do that?”
“Leave me alone Simon!”
  Katie threw him to the ground and ran
  She ran away from Simon and Evans and Abigail and Ellenor and Sammy
  She couldn’t keep doing this
  It was all Ella’s fault
No
No, not Ella’s
It was Simon’s fault
  Simon’s fault for bringing all this up
  For making her rethink her decisions
  She couldn’t have been wrong
  So Simon was the wrong one
  And he needed to go
  As soon as the project was done
  As soon as that brick had served his usefulness
  He would have to go
  I nervously chugged my water bottle as I finished stuffing the last balloon into Katie’s backpack. The large bag sure held a lot of small, helium-filled balloons with Come With Me to Homecoming? notes taped all over them. I high-fived Harry as we ditched the bag and Katie stormed around the bookshelf. “She didn’t see us,” Harry whispered, and I grinned.
  Katie wasn’t in the greatest mood, but then again, she never was. This was bound to make her happy.
  I half-skipped to our spanish class and pushed the door open as Harry and I slipped in. I lazily flung myself into my seat right as Katie sat crossed-arms next to me. She obviously hadn’t opened her bag, and she didn’t for half the class.
  Senora Marian stood at the front teaching as Harry shot spitballs at his classmates from the back of the room. “Now!” Senora said. “Turn to your neighbor and have a quick discussion about politics.” The room buzzed and our teacher huffed and straightened her glasses. “In spanish!” Katie rolled her eyes and turned to me.
  “Hello!” I spoke, laughing. Katie sighed at my simple spanish.
  “See the election?” She started, not making eye contact.
  “Bag is not open.” I said, sorting out my little spanish. Katie wasn’t as juvinile on the subject; she had been taking it since she was six. She sighed.
  “No, election.” Katie tapped anxiously on the table. I smiled while she fumed.
  “Why are you upset today?” I asked in english. Katie frowned and didn’t answer. “Is it because of that Ella person? Because she moved away?” I remembered hearing that name somewhere, but I never expected Katie to turn that green when I mentioned it earlier. She glared at me with flaming eyes. Katie’s hand shot up; she continued to glare at me.
  “Yes Senorita Katie?” Our teacher said in a polite tone.
  “I would like to sit somewhere else,” Katie turned back to me. “And don’t bother sitting by me at lunch. I am fine by myself.”
  Abigail was pleased at first
  She had made Evans leave
  The squire had been no more practical than a horse with a broken leg
  He made her feel like she was inaccurate
  And that wasn’t good
  She had saved herself
  He had been a cinder block fastened to her foot
  Dragging her farther underwater
  Trying to drown her
  But she began to wonder
  She had been happy around him
  Annoyed yes
  But also...happy
  She could watch him truly make headway as they toiled through their mission
  He got better at not blundering
  He even began to help her instead of hinder
  The constant questions weren’t beneficial
  But they had made her feel more…
  Down to earth
  More solid
  Less noble and above everyone
  Trapped where she wasn’t even human
  And Evans had broken through that glass
  It was disorientating
  Having someone grow close to her
  The same way Ellenor had
  She didn’t want a new friend
  Or at least, she didn’t think she wanted a new friend
  She thought she worked best alone
  She thought that Sammy was all she required
  But Sammy was a companion that couldn’t question her
  Sometimes that was what she needed
  Sometimes it was inept
  She could feel confident around Sammy
  A perfect knight
  But around Evans
  She could feel acceptable making mistakes
  It was still embarrassing
  But she knew he would probably trip up shortly after her
  And it made those accidents jokes instead of embarrassments
  Amusing times to laugh back at
  Not dark days to shun
  Yet she had dismissed Evans
  Dismissed that human element she’d cut herself off from after Ellenor
  Had it truly been the accurate thing to do?
  Was she really going to function better isolated from everyone?
  Sure, Evans had been a brick
  But what if he hadn’t been dragging her to her death?
  What if he’d been helping her back down to earth?
  Had she made a mistake?
Had she just eliminated the one thing that had been good since Ellenor left?
  It was awkward, but Katie kept glancing at me even though I continued to do as she asked. I avoided her.
  Katie though, ran into me every once in awhile. She would open her mouth, about to say something, and then she would turn and just run away. I had completely forgotten about the balloons until two days before homecoming. Sure we were only freshmen, and we would have three more of the dances before we graduated, but I was feeling pretty down, and I couldn’t bring myself to ask any other girl.
  Harry though, picked up the most attractive girl, who turned out to be a sophomore. She had dark skin and thick, curly brown hair. Even though I was reluctant to go to the dance, Harry said that I could go as a third wheel. Great.
  I glared as Katie glided into the art room, trying to avoid my gaze. All of the girls who hadn’t been asked to the dance smiled at me. Harry must’ve told them I didn’t have a girl. I glowered at my friend and he just smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I rolled my eyes and dozed for the rest of the class.
  I was slowly walking to my next class when I saw Tom, the captain of the golf team, walk up to Katie in the hall. He had something square in his hand. Katie looked up at him with her green eyes as he tried to play it cool.
  “Wanna go to the um...you know...my buddies thought it was a good idea to...um…” The blonde ‘jock’ gave her a white-toothed smile, and anger bubbled in my gut. I turned right as Katie flashed her eyes in my direction. I slammed my locker shut, then stormed to fitness.
  Abigail didn’t expect what came after Evan’s dismissal
  She thought he would leave
  And she would never see him again
  Yet somehow he’d still done just the right thing to make her feel human
  He had left her something to secure her doubt
  Prove that she had been wrong about him
  That she was wrong about Ellenor
  He left her a note
  He invited her to come to the dance
  Even though she was no longer useful to him
  Even though she didn’t even try to like him
  Well, not intentionally
  She hadn’t truly realized it
  But he was her friend
  The first friend she’d had since Ellenor
  She hadn’t truly registered how lonely she was
  Sammy didn’t count
  Not anymore
  Not for quite a while
  She couldn’t keep holding on to Sammy
  But she couldn’t just leave Sammy either
  Or…
  Or maybe she could
  Not gone
  Not entirely
  But Abigail did need to move on
  From all of it
  In that moment
  A fog blanketed the world
  Cutting her off from the surrounding meadow
  Enveloping her in cold
  Through the fog she could make out two paths
  One that was familiar
  One that was scarily undefined
  The left
  The familiar
  The easy
  Its end unfurled
  Revealing what she had come here accomplish
  It had Ellenor
  Facing her
  And Abigail wanted to run to her
  To hurt Ellenor like she’d hurt her
  But something held her back
  The other side became unobscured
  The fog pulling away like the curtains of a stage
  Revealing the silhouettes of people
  They seem to be dancing
  Twirling around each other
  Swirling through the smoky surroundings
  Like phantoms in the night
  And in the middle of it all
  Was Evans
  Holding out his hand
  His companionship
  But she had rejected him
  Would he take her back?
  Abigail studied Ellenor’s side
  The path of vengeance
  That would lead only to grief
  But at least she knew where it would lead
  Then Katie turned back to the right
  To the uncertain
  To the hopeful
  To a chance at another friend
  To Simon
And she took a step forward
  Leaving her hate for Ellenor behind
  Leaving Sammy to roam in a daisy filled field of confort
  Leaving Abigail
  The personality she’d created to deal with her insecurities
  She walked away from it all
  Toward the uncertain
  To hope at a new life
  And although it scared her
  Katie took Simon’s hand
  She didn’t know if he would accept her
  She had thrown him away like a dirty tissue after all
  But he made her understand she was human
  She was not Abigail
  She was Katie
  And she was willing to hope
  And risk
  And ask for forgiveness
  From everyone
  The corner of my heavy textbook dug into my thigh as I rocked--feet on the coffee table--in the wooden rocking chair my mom had gotten from a estate sale.
  My phone was sitting face up on my thigh as it blared metal music through the house. I could hear my younger sister Dawn yell at me, but I ignored her as I realized I was doing the odds and the evens, even though I was only suppose to do the odds. I groaned.
  Suddenly, the music quieted down as my phone started to ring. Dawn stampeded through the house with three of her ten-year old friends. There was suddenly a yell, then a loud crash! as something broke in the other room.
  “Simon!” Came a girly voice. I smiled as I answered my phone and held it to my ear. I flipped the cover of my book open and looked at my homework that could’ve been finished if I would’ve done what I was suppose to. I pulled on my jacket and hopped outside so I could get a little privacy.
  “Hello?” I asked as more girls screamed “My Barbie!” inside. The phone made a static sound, then a quiet voice beeped through the end.
  “Yes, is this Simon?” My stomach clenched as Katie’s soft voice echoed across the yard.
  “This is Katie?” I said. “Please I still have a lot of homework so try to make it snappy.” I tried to sound sharp, but it just came out tired.
  “I-I would just like to say, that if you would still like to go to the….the dance, then I could wear my dress. I know I’ve been a jerk, but--I mean, if you are already going with somebody…” She sounded really sincere, and my heart pounded in my chest.
  “No, I’m not going with anybody. The store might still have a corsage I could buy--what color is your dress because I have one good suit…”
  “It’s green, and I don’t need a corsage.”
  “Ok, my mom can pick us up on Friday…”
  “No it’s ok, I can show up to the dance and we can take pictures on Saturday if that’s ok. I’m sorry about earlier. Ella and I were best friends...so I guess I got triggered when you mentioned her name.” I smiled as she quieted.
  “It’s ok, I’m glad we get to go. I guess I’ll see you then Katie.”
  It was awkward
  It was strange
  But it worked out
  I’m going with Simon to the dance
  I’m moving on with my life
  But I still have someone else I need ask forgiveness from
  I cut off Ella
  She moved to a new town
  Completely alone
  And I abandoned her
  I couldn’t continue on being spiteful toward her
  So after I said goodbye to Simon
  I gathered the courage I no longer needed from Abigail
  And I dialed the number I’d tried to forget
  Back when I’d thought that she had been the one leaving me
  But it stuck with me
  Like a barnacle to a post under water
  And I typed it in as if it was just any day
  Any day I wanted to hang out
  The phone rang a few times
  And then someone picked up
  Why was I doing this?
  No!
  No, this wasn’t right!
  I needed to go!
  I couldn’t do this!
  I exhaled slowly, calming my jittery nerves
  “Hi, this is Katie. Is this Ella’s phone?”
  The phone was silent
  And I could practically feel the lightning that seemed to be striking
“Katie.”
  My breath hitched
  Ella sounded emotionless
  Was that how I sounded to Simon?
  “Ella, I’m so sorry.
  I-I don’t really know why I did that.
  I don’t know why I cut you off
  And I don’t know how I can ever express that to you.”
  It was silent again
  Would she hang up?
  Would she hate me?
  “Katie,
  Why did you do that to me?”
  I felt tears form in the corners of my eyes
  I had hurt Ella
  “I…”
  I began to sob
  “I thought you had abandoned me.
  And I had wanted to hurt you back.”
  I had to stop to catch my breath
  “But I’ve just been hurting both of us
  Driving a knife farther into my own heart
  And I was wrong to do as much.”
  I breathed hard
  “But Ella,
  I don’t want to lose you.
  You are my best friend
  And although it may be difficult to stay best friends
  I still want be be your friend.
  I don’t want to leave everything we had.
  Please...Ella.
  I’ve missed you.”
  The phone was silent again
  Why was I rambling?
  This wasn’t going well
  I should just hang up
  “Katie…”
  Ella’s voice broke
  “I thought I’d done something wrong!
  I thought that the fight we’d ended on was all my fault
  And that I lost my best friend because of it.
  Of course I want to see you again!”
  There was a noise between a laugh and a sob
  “I miss you too, Katie…”
  I gave a tearful smile
  “I’ll call you later to find out if I can see you.
  I’m sorry it took me so long.”
“Bye Katie.”
“Bye Ella.”
  The once-grimy cafeteria was an explosion on silver and gold balloon, matching ribbons, shimmery lights, slowly-‘dancing’ students, shiny dresses, and sparkles. The theme this year was something along the lines of ‘sparkles in your shoes, sparkles in your hair, sparkles in your pants…’ I laughed--everything was silver and gold and even the guys wore shiny suits.
  I stood in the center of all of the slow-moving people who drank from the tanks in the corner. I checked my watch and looked around. Katie still wasn’t here.
  I was probably the only person in the school not sporting something sparkly. My dark green suit with a solid black bowtie that my sister had begged me to wear instead of my planned white tie. Katie said that she had borrowed her dress from someone, and that it was green too. I shook my head, I should’ve just wore a black tux.
  Harry and his girl Charlotte waltzed over to me, ducking so their hair didn’t touch the hanging ribbons that made it look like it was raining gold. They kicked up the glitter and the balloons from the floor and I brushed my pants off, trying to stay as clean as possible so Katie could see my nice outfit that I had bought for my cousin’s wedding. Harry wore a cream-colored tux with a white shirt on underneath, and Charlotte looked very nice in her shiny white dress that made her look like a Hawaiian disco ball. I smiled as Harry took a large drink of his red solo cup.
  “Hey man!” Harry yelled over the loud music. “The music in here stinks, you got here right after we finished the Hokey Pokey!” I laughed as an obnoxious song I’d never heard blared from the speakers above. “Is Katie here yet?” I shook my head as Harry looked at his empty cup, disappointed. Harry opened his mouth to speak again, but all of the loud voices of the mixing people hushed suddenly, and I turned towards the door. The large group parted like a shimmery Red Sea, and a girl of green unlike anything I’d ever seen waltzed in, with her dark green dress that sparkled above the waist, but was flat like my suit at the bottom. Katie had her dirty-blonde hair pulled back in a silver clip and her eyes were bright like emeralds. She stalked like she was on a catwalk in her heels and Harry laughed as I took her hand and slipped the white-flowered corsage on her wrist. Katie smiled, and looked me up and down.
  “I like your color choice,” she said, pulling me towards the dance floor that had been set up by the DJ. I stepped on in my pointed dress shoes and the whole floor seemed like we owned it as it gleamed with glitter below me--an ever changing kaleidoscope of moving bodies in tight dresses, swaying like stalks in a light breeze. Katie laughed as the Chicken Dance begun to play. I groaned, but proceeded to dance as the dancers swarmed around us, pushing me and Katie closer together.
  We looked up at the ceiling as buckets that were hung directly over the dance floor rained glitter down on us like gold rain. Robbins covered our hair and I smacked a balloon up, and watched arms fly as the bodies pushed them around.
  The Chicken Dance ended, and a slow song came on and Katie giggled, her bright greens eyes sparkled and I searched my brain, trying to remember our dancing lessons from middle school. Katie laughed and took my hand, trying to lead me in a dance, but I stepped on her foot and almost tripped. She grinned.
  “Come on, I’ll teach you.”
  The sun had set by the time we made it outside. The sky above us was dark, and the lack of moon made the stars shine bright. I helped Katie make her way up the small hill on the playground of the elementary school that was connected to the high school. The dreary grey slabs that had looked dull and moldy in the daytime seemed to glow from the bright stars as we pushed up the small mountain. Katie laughed.
  “I use to love this place when I was younger. Ella and I would run around with other kids and play tag.” Katie bent down and pointed out a small scar on her leg. “Some little boy tripped when we were playing and I fell onto the brick.” Katie laughed. “Though he hit his head so I’m grateful that I only hurt my leg.” I looked at her as we stood on the hill, facing the night sky that was littered with stars.
  “That was me,” I said, laughing. I pushed my hair up and showed her the white scar on my forehead. Katie grinned.
  “No way!” She gasped. We shared a laugh. Katie and I gazed up at the stars as people filed out of the school and towards the cars that lined the roads since most of them couldn’t drive. Katie sighed, then unzipped her bag that she had tied around her hand. She reached in and pulled out a worn book with a leather strap. “I guess I don’t need this thing anymore. Goodbye Abigail! I use to share mine and Ella’s adventures in here, but I was so caught up in the past I guess I wasn’t really paying attention to now.” She took it and strapped it closed. “I always create stories because I wanted to be someone better, but I don’t need it anymore.” I smiled, then kicked off my shoes.
  “Tag!” I yelled, touching her arm and dashing away from her. Katie laughed, then slipped out of her shoes and dashed after me.
I don’t need these poems anymore
  Not for everyday challenges at least
  I want them to go back to the helpful
  Chronological
  Scheduled
  Journals
  That used to give my life a little more interest
  Back when I would read it to my friends for fun
  But after Ella left
  After my dog Sammy died
  After high school burst into my life
  I relied on them heavily
  To the point they were my real life
  I lived my poems instead my real days
  And I had slowly drowned in them
  They were molasses
  Tasting sweet
  But suffocating me nonetheless
  And the farther down I sank
  The harder it was to see the surface
  I don’t know how I’ll ever truly thank Simon
  He was the hand that plunged into my gooey mess
  That pulled me up despite my struggles
  And although I threw his hand off
  Scared to lose my prison
  He pulled me far enough that I could see the light
  Far enough that I could chose to shoot my hand out willingly
  And I did
  And now I don’t need that molasses
  Perhaps I’ll take occasional sips to sweeten my dreary or burdened life
  But I have no intention of ever jumping in
  Because now that I’m out
  It is going to take a while to scrub off the imprint of that sweet nightmare
  And I’m going to need help from my friends to wash it all away
  So I will leave my sweet dreams as only dreams
  And use them to make fun documentations of my everyday life
  But they will not be my life
  My life is no longer what it was before my molasses dream
  But it is a life again
  Without Sammy
  But with a visit to the animal shelter scheduled
  Without middle-school’s innocence
  But with an at least bearable homework schedule in high school
  Without Ella within arms reach
  But with her standing mentally behind me
  And with Simon
  Right next to me
  And ready to help
  And walk with me
  So I will not be using these poems anymore
  Because I have all these things
  And I am not quite happy yet
  But I can see the sun peeking out behind the clouds
  And I can see the rain letting up
  And the water pulling away
  And the breeze caressing my cheek in concern
  And I won’t be writing these poems anymore
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