a: it is a sunny and hot afternoon. i'm on the swingset, someone is making fun of me again. it is jimmy. he is calling me "beef." but i am not fat. so i will not play kickball because if i do he will throw the ball at me really violently, like i remind him of something he really hates or something, and i don't know why. i am uncertain if i care, because somewhere inside of me, I know that i will be famous and brilliant when i grow up. so i am on the swings. i don't like playing kickball anyway. there is a lump in my throat because of jimmy, but it passes soon enough and i feel good. i do not expect positive reinforcement from boys anyway.
b: what else do you feel?
a: the sun and the smell of dirt, sand and sweat, kid's sweat, a girl's sweat, it is not stinky.
b: what do you see?
a: i can see the green roof of the school because the swings go so high. and the red brown glow of my hair flying in front of me as i swing backwards. it's long. i like my hair. i see my pink and white kangaroo sneakers. and there is a friend there, next to me, swinging. so i look over and smile at her. she must be one of the jennys. the swinging makes a nice breeze and i do this until the bell rings.
b: i will now count backwards from ten and you will be back at your desk.
a: ok.
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4 comments:
maybe jimmy hates beef.
you should remove the function that disallows anonymous comments, many people don't have blogs and that means they can't say anything.
I like this one very much!~
this is the best.
more please, not just color change.
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