Saturday, September 4, 2010

autobiography 3rd person

She was excited about getting her paper turned in, anxiously waiting for the reply from her teacher. She knew this was a good essay, one of her better ones, and she though the teacher would enjoy reading it, too. She thought to herself, why can’t I write like this all the time? What will it take for me to be able to write like this every time? While she waited for her grade, it was almost like the teacher was reading her mind at that very moment; he replied almost immediately and said, just open your eyes and your mind and write.

She remembers back to the years she was in high school and the writing she did then. Her writing was as dark and depressed as she was. Why was this girl so angry and bitter with life? Whatever could have happened to her that was so bad, she spend most of her teenage years getting high and trying to forget the world existed. She obviously had pain, pain you could see in her eyes and in her body language. She always walked with her head down, averting the eyes of others, but she was afraid of nothing. She thought she was strong, yet she was very weak. She thought she was homely, but she was pretty. She thought she was stupid, but she was smart. She thought so little of her own life; she tried taking it a couple times to stop the pain. She was from a good family, loved beyond love and never abused. She was brought to be a good Christian….whatever happened?

Maybe this semester, she’ll be able to dig these memories out of her archives. Just maybe for once in her life she’ll be able to better understand those years of anguish she endured and put them on paper and put them to rest.

My, have things changed in her life.

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