I’m tired of the fake smiles and the pain that comes with them. I thought they understood, but I’m second guessing myself. The thought reappears in my mind over and over again, do they really care? They say they do, but if I can lie so can they, but maybe… yet maybe not. I don’t know anymore, and I don’t care. Well I do care, but I should act like I don’t. If I do act like I don’t care maybe someone will…no I’m expecting too much. They only care for themselves. No matter how many times I cry alone in the dark, no matter how many smiles are empty, no matter how many scars I have received, why do I believe that they will still come and save me? Why do I believe in a hopeless dream? Why?
Everyday, without fail, I feel this in my heart. Be it when my friends lie, leave me, and never return. Be it when I say “It’s ok,” when it never is, and I end up getting hurt. As long as they are happy, and as long as I am not forgotten. I lied to myself, I was meant to be forgotten. Everyday my name was spoken on their lips and imprinted into their minds, yet still everyday I was forgotten. Why were they shocked when I wanted to leave? Did they really care? I’d like to pretend they did, but I knew they would just miss my slave work. So I left. I sent letters. Surprisingly they sent them back. I don’t know why, but I was happy that day. Happy I finally was able to break free, but I don’t know who to thank. Maybe that’s why I’m writing this. Yeah, that is why I am writing this. Whoever made it possible, whoever sent in the application for me, I thank you. I thank you for saving me from doing the worst possible way to say goodbye. Thank you just isn’t enough. I need to tell you what you saved me from, and how you saved me. But I don’t wish to relive that; I’m not strong enough now. So I’ll just go back to the day I got the letter.
My parents were still at work. They are always at work. I went to check the mail. In side was a letter, addressed to me. I never, ever, EVER, get mail. I took it and went inside. My life is just a blur made for other people’s image and pleasure. Even the maid makes me do her work. I just accept it with a smile. But when I got inside I rushed to my room. I opened the envelope and inside was my escape, my dream come true. The letter inside was stated as such:
Dear Alyce,
We are proud to inform you that your application to Traveling School of Arts and History has been accepted with a full scholarship. Below supply the necessities you will need to know before you accept this offer. We hope to see you there.
The rules:
1.
You must listen to all superiors and at all times. No exceptions.
2.
When traveling you must follow all rules and laws stated before.
3.
At no time must you ever leave your group, such acts will be punished
4.
Must follow all the teacher’s rules.
5.
DO NOT bring back anything that would be illegal in the United States from any other countries.
If any of these rules are broken severe consequences will be waiting.
A few things to bring:
•
Money (the school will advise you with an allowance but you are expected to also bring some of your own)
•
At least 10 different pairs of clothes (five for warm and five for cold weather)
•
Tooth brush and tooth paste
•
Hair bush and hair supplies
•
Hygienic supplies
•
Pillow, and blankets (not necessary)
•
Electronic devices and chargers (cell phone, iPod, laptop, ect.)
These are just a few suggestions. You can bring other things if you wish.
The places we are traveling to be as such, Hawaii, Bahamas, Japan, Italy, Germany, Switzerland, England, Australia, New Zealand, Madagascar, South Africa, Mexico, and many more. Other additions will be added at times, with no extra cost. We really truly hope to see you there.
Principle, Mrs. Monroue
Mrs. Monroue
I could feel my face light up as I read more and more. I have heard about this school, I wanted to send an application, I had one all filled out but did not send it. I was too scared that I wouldn’t get in or my parents wouldn’t let me go. One fear down the drain, one more left to go. Well I bet if I did disappear for a year or two they wouldn’t care. But it is still best to inform them. But who sent in the application? When I find out I must thank them. I absolutely must.
I waited hours till mother and father came home. It was about eleven when the door twisted open and an exhausted woman in a suit entered. Her brown hair in a bun was a mess, and I could tell this wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation.
“Welcome home mother.”
“Alyce, will you please just heat up some food for me. It was a long day at work and I just don’t feel good.” It’s always a long day at work. I thought this silently.
“Yes mother. Mother may I ask you something?”
“Yes, and there is no need to be so formal it’s not like we are strangers.” Might as well be. But I also kept this silent.
“Well, umm have you heard of the Traveling school of Art and History?”
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“Well I sent in an application and…”
“Sweety we just don’t have the money for that.” I knew she was going to say that. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a random tuber ware from the fridge. It was lasagna; I popped it into the microwave for a few minutes. While I was waiting for it to cook I yelled back at her.
“But, I mean…it’s a full scholarship, so it’s all free.” My mom lied about not having enough money. If we had enough to spend on hundred dollar clothes and you going on “vacation”, then we have enough for this. I also didn’t say that.
“Oh really now, well consult your father on that.” I sighed.
“Yes mother.” I know what father will say, so I’m just going to have to run away.
The microwave beeped and I took out the container, I grabbed a fork and gave it to mother.
“Goodnight mother.”
“Goodnight Alyce.”
I got upstairs and quietly pulled out my suit case. I started to pack I had the month to tell them I was accepting, I’ll call them tomorrow morning. I hid my packed suitcase praying no one would find it. Tomorrow will be my last chance. I will make it to freedom. I won’t bother consulting father on the subject at all, he will just say “Go ask your mother, I don’t care” then it will be a never-ending cycle.
I awoke that next morning, and waited for the hours to tick by. Finally it reached the hour of noon. I picked up my cell phone and called the number, it rang four times before someone answered.
“He…hello?”
“Hello, may I ask who this is?”
“Yes it is Alyce Catelyn Pandurll. I would like to tell you that we are accepting the scholarship.”
“Is that so? Good, good. Well, you need to be here tomorrow at one will that be okay?”
“Oh, yes that’s fine!”
“Good the address should be in the letter you received. I hope you enjoy your time at this school. It won’t be official until the school year starts though, but the seminar will be helpful. Thank you and have a good day.”
“You too.”
Now I just have to get out tomorrow. I went downstairs, it being a Friday my mother is off work.
“Mother tomorrow I am going to hang out with some friends for awhile I thought I should tell you.”
“Thank you for telling me, have your cell phone on just in case.”
“Yes mother.” She doesn’t even care who I’m hanging out with.
Everyday, without fail, I feel this in my heart. Be it when my friends lie, leave me, and never return. Be it when I say “It’s ok,” when it never is, and I end up getting hurt. As long as they are happy, and as long as I am not forgotten. I lied to myself, I was meant to be forgotten. Everyday my name was spoken on their lips and imprinted into their minds, yet still everyday I was forgotten. Why were they shocked when I wanted to leave? Did they really care? I’d like to pretend they did, but I knew they would just miss my slave work. So I left. I sent letters. Surprisingly they sent them back. I don’t know why, but I was happy that day. Happy I finally was able to break free, but I don’t know who to thank. Maybe that’s why I’m writing this. Yeah, that is why I am writing this. Whoever made it possible, whoever sent in the application for me, I thank you. I thank you for saving me from doing the worst possible way to say goodbye. Thank you just isn’t enough. I need to tell you what you saved me from, and how you saved me. But I don’t wish to relive that; I’m not strong enough now. So I’ll just go back to the day I got the letter.
My parents were still at work. They are always at work. I went to check the mail. In side was a letter, addressed to me. I never, ever, EVER, get mail. I took it and went inside. My life is just a blur made for other people’s image and pleasure. Even the maid makes me do her work. I just accept it with a smile. But when I got inside I rushed to my room. I opened the envelope and inside was my escape, my dream come true. The letter inside was stated as such:
Dear Alyce,
We are proud to inform you that your application to Traveling School of Arts and History has been accepted with a full scholarship. Below supply the necessities you will need to know before you accept this offer. We hope to see you there.
The rules:
1.
You must listen to all superiors and at all times. No exceptions.
2.
When traveling you must follow all rules and laws stated before.
3.
At no time must you ever leave your group, such acts will be punished
4.
Must follow all the teacher’s rules.
5.
DO NOT bring back anything that would be illegal in the United States from any other countries.
If any of these rules are broken severe consequences will be waiting.
A few things to bring:
•
Money (the school will advise you with an allowance but you are expected to also bring some of your own)
•
At least 10 different pairs of clothes (five for warm and five for cold weather)
•
Tooth brush and tooth paste
•
Hair bush and hair supplies
•
Hygienic supplies
•
Pillow, and blankets (not necessary)
•
Electronic devices and chargers (cell phone, iPod, laptop, ect.)
These are just a few suggestions. You can bring other things if you wish.
The places we are traveling to be as such, Hawaii, Bahamas, Japan, Italy, Germany, Switzerland, England, Australia, New Zealand, Madagascar, South Africa, Mexico, and many more. Other additions will be added at times, with no extra cost. We really truly hope to see you there.
Principle, Mrs. Monroue
Mrs. Monroue
I could feel my face light up as I read more and more. I have heard about this school, I wanted to send an application, I had one all filled out but did not send it. I was too scared that I wouldn’t get in or my parents wouldn’t let me go. One fear down the drain, one more left to go. Well I bet if I did disappear for a year or two they wouldn’t care. But it is still best to inform them. But who sent in the application? When I find out I must thank them. I absolutely must.
I waited hours till mother and father came home. It was about eleven when the door twisted open and an exhausted woman in a suit entered. Her brown hair in a bun was a mess, and I could tell this wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation.
“Welcome home mother.”
“Alyce, will you please just heat up some food for me. It was a long day at work and I just don’t feel good.” It’s always a long day at work. I thought this silently.
“Yes mother. Mother may I ask you something?”
“Yes, and there is no need to be so formal it’s not like we are strangers.” Might as well be. But I also kept this silent.
“Well, umm have you heard of the Traveling school of Art and History?”
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“Well I sent in an application and…”
“Sweety we just don’t have the money for that.” I knew she was going to say that. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a random tuber ware from the fridge. It was lasagna; I popped it into the microwave for a few minutes. While I was waiting for it to cook I yelled back at her.
“But, I mean…it’s a full scholarship, so it’s all free.” My mom lied about not having enough money. If we had enough to spend on hundred dollar clothes and you going on “vacation”, then we have enough for this. I also didn’t say that.
“Oh really now, well consult your father on that.” I sighed.
“Yes mother.” I know what father will say, so I’m just going to have to run away.
The microwave beeped and I took out the container, I grabbed a fork and gave it to mother.
“Goodnight mother.”
“Goodnight Alyce.”
I got upstairs and quietly pulled out my suit case. I started to pack I had the month to tell them I was accepting, I’ll call them tomorrow morning. I hid my packed suitcase praying no one would find it. Tomorrow will be my last chance. I will make it to freedom. I won’t bother consulting father on the subject at all, he will just say “Go ask your mother, I don’t care” then it will be a never-ending cycle.
I awoke that next morning, and waited for the hours to tick by. Finally it reached the hour of noon. I picked up my cell phone and called the number, it rang four times before someone answered.
“He…hello?”
“Hello, may I ask who this is?”
“Yes it is Alyce Catelyn Pandurll. I would like to tell you that we are accepting the scholarship.”
“Is that so? Good, good. Well, you need to be here tomorrow at one will that be okay?”
“Oh, yes that’s fine!”
“Good the address should be in the letter you received. I hope you enjoy your time at this school. It won’t be official until the school year starts though, but the seminar will be helpful. Thank you and have a good day.”
“You too.”
Now I just have to get out tomorrow. I went downstairs, it being a Friday my mother is off work.
“Mother tomorrow I am going to hang out with some friends for awhile I thought I should tell you.”
“Thank you for telling me, have your cell phone on just in case.”
“Yes mother.” She doesn’t even care who I’m hanging out with.
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