Jag vet att allt kommer på samma gång nu, men jag insåg inte förrän imorse att det var det här jag höll på med (när det slog mig hur otroligt dålig den här dagen också skulle bli). Här är iaf en fin berättelse jag skrev igår under titeln "That's what best friends do sometimes".
It had been one of those days. Angelina had woken up feeling that this would be one lousy son of a bitch-day. And she had been right. It was only Tuesday, and so far the week had been sucking so badly she was starting to think it was a product by Microsoft. And not even that joke seemed to cheer her up.
As she walked through the corridors she passed a number of second graders, and couldn’t help but wish she was one of them. Sure, back then she had been having problems too, but at that point they could easily be solved by some fighting or chocolate, or by simply being emo until it passed. Nowadays she was constantly reminded of the fact that even a minor screw-up could jeopardize her entire future. Because it felt like everybody kept telling her that she would get one chance to succeed, one chance to make it, and that there was only one way to get there, and if she strayed but a little she would end up on the street, dead, doing drugs, or worse.
What could be worse than that?
She knew. Worse would be getting nowhere, worse would be going home saying “fine, whatever, what do you me to be?”, worse would be not going her way, not only following someone else’s road, but doing so because she was told to, not because she wanted it. There were a lot of things that was worse, and each and every one of them went down to one simple thing: not doing what she wanted to do.
But; back to the sucky week and the second graders in the corridor: she could feel their looks after her, and how they wish they’d turn out to be just like her. She’d been wanting that too once, and maybe she should be appreciating the fact that she got what she wanted. Well, things could’ve turned out worse, she’d give the world that, but that did not change the fact that she was in a bad mood, and probably would stay that way for a while.
Another turn in the corridor and the second graders couldn’t see her anymore. She felt her shoulders relax, wondering why she tried so hard to look good in front of them. If they wanted to be her, they should see the real her, and if they didn’t like what they saw, who gave a shit?
Angrily she kicked a trash can all over the hall, wondering what the hell it was doing there anyway. She’d never seen it when she’d actually been in need for one, which would have been never, but still. She kept kicking it all the way to the Room, and then sent it flying as far as she could. She could hear someone muttering over the trash that’d been spilt all over the castle, but she decided that she couldn’t possibly care less about that at the moment, and quickly opened the door to the room.
And “Bad day” was playing on the stereo when she entered, Marielle loudly singing along and Travina trying to drink the last of a smoothie from her glass. When they saw her, Marielle turned the volume down, and Travina instantly picked up the coffee mug that stood by the sofa, handing it to Angelina with one hand, and picking up another smoothie to herself with the other.
“Bad day?” Marielle asked, when Angelina landed hard on the couch.
“Yeah”, she said, “but I think it just got much better.”
That's enough of that shit.
It had been one of those days. Angelina had woken up feeling that this would be one lousy son of a bitch-day. And she had been right. It was only Tuesday, and so far the week had been sucking so badly she was starting to think it was a product by Microsoft. And not even that joke seemed to cheer her up.
As she walked through the corridors she passed a number of second graders, and couldn’t help but wish she was one of them. Sure, back then she had been having problems too, but at that point they could easily be solved by some fighting or chocolate, or by simply being emo until it passed. Nowadays she was constantly reminded of the fact that even a minor screw-up could jeopardize her entire future. Because it felt like everybody kept telling her that she would get one chance to succeed, one chance to make it, and that there was only one way to get there, and if she strayed but a little she would end up on the street, dead, doing drugs, or worse.
What could be worse than that?
She knew. Worse would be getting nowhere, worse would be going home saying “fine, whatever, what do you me to be?”, worse would be not going her way, not only following someone else’s road, but doing so because she was told to, not because she wanted it. There were a lot of things that was worse, and each and every one of them went down to one simple thing: not doing what she wanted to do.
But; back to the sucky week and the second graders in the corridor: she could feel their looks after her, and how they wish they’d turn out to be just like her. She’d been wanting that too once, and maybe she should be appreciating the fact that she got what she wanted. Well, things could’ve turned out worse, she’d give the world that, but that did not change the fact that she was in a bad mood, and probably would stay that way for a while.
Another turn in the corridor and the second graders couldn’t see her anymore. She felt her shoulders relax, wondering why she tried so hard to look good in front of them. If they wanted to be her, they should see the real her, and if they didn’t like what they saw, who gave a shit?
Angrily she kicked a trash can all over the hall, wondering what the hell it was doing there anyway. She’d never seen it when she’d actually been in need for one, which would have been never, but still. She kept kicking it all the way to the Room, and then sent it flying as far as she could. She could hear someone muttering over the trash that’d been spilt all over the castle, but she decided that she couldn’t possibly care less about that at the moment, and quickly opened the door to the room.
And “Bad day” was playing on the stereo when she entered, Marielle loudly singing along and Travina trying to drink the last of a smoothie from her glass. When they saw her, Marielle turned the volume down, and Travina instantly picked up the coffee mug that stood by the sofa, handing it to Angelina with one hand, and picking up another smoothie to herself with the other.
“Bad day?” Marielle asked, when Angelina landed hard on the couch.
“Yeah”, she said, “but I think it just got much better.”
That's enough of that shit.
2 kommentarer:
Awww, det var en jättebra berättelse! :)
Och jag lovar att jag finns här och lyssnar om du har dåliga dagar! <3
Tack!
Det är bra. <333
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