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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "A Man is Known by the Company He Keeps" (without using the actual phrase). (01/31/08)

TITLE: Alone
By Ally Brown
02/04/08


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I stood there in the lunch room, tears preparing to make their fall down my cheeks, I could care less about eye liner at this moment in time. Everything has frozen, my mind, my heart, everything is still and silent. Even the lunch room has gone completely quiet like a grave. The girl sitting in front of me smirks, gaining pleasure from her own cruel comment. I can barely find the strength to keep a hold of my tray. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, I manage to get control of my legs and run, leaving my tray clattering behind. Sprinting blindly I negotiate my way through the empty halls, the only sound coming from the slap of my flip flops against the tiled floor. My cheeks hurt from holding in the tears that are collecting in my eyes. I stop and slide to the floor with my back against the wall. I feel my skin chafe under my shirt, but that pain seems nonexistent to the one pulsing in my chest. Her one sentence had hit home, she had found the one spot on my heart not covering in armor and stabbed it. Breathing heavily I started crying as the words echoed through my mind with increasing cruelness and meaning. I had only wanted a seat for this one lunch period in which Marissa would be gone, but without her protection I was nothing, I was the lone Popular everyone would want to rip into with Marissa’s sharp claws conveniently absent. She was just the first to strike. I had just sat down when she glared at me and said.
“Get out of here, we don’t care what shade of lip gloss you wear or what guy you’ll give a blow job to tonight.”
My sobs intensified when I remembered what I had said back.
“I wasn’t going to say anything about lip gloss, and I don’t go around giving blow jobs!”
She had laughed, high and taunting. She snorted and responded with what I’m sure everyone would say if they had the chance.
“Yeah right, you hang out Marissa don’t you? You’re all the same.”
I cried because it hurt, I cried because it was cruel, I cried because it was true. No how much I tried to trick myself into believing they were my friends, they weren’t, I was alone, and they all knew it. I sat there, my in style clothes rumpled, my perfect hair ruined, my make up caught in the tears sloshing down my face, alone. I was all alone, I had no one, because I had chosen my popularity, over the one thing that would have lasted forever… real friends.


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Laury Hubrich 02/08/08
Oh, how sad. You've captured a defining moment in a teen girl's life. Very good. Please be sure to proof your work before submitting. Mistakes distract from what you are trying to say. Keep on writing!
Laury
Marlene Austin02/09/08
Good demonstration of how sharp people's words can be. :)