Flowing Ink

United States

enjoy my ever-changing existence through this wondrous world of words
she/her
16
wtw's resident quiet kid in the back

Message to Readers

My life isn't all that interesting, but what the heck, I wrote this anyhow. Losta guilt, lotsa patheticness, and maybe a bit too curiosly artsy for my own good. Feedback is welcome.

A rather boring life, really...

March 2, 2021

PROMPT: Year by Year

10
Year 1: I am born, a fragile, premature, broken little thing at the dawn of a tragedy; my brother is dead in an accident that my mother and I survived. My parents mourn and live for my sake.

Year 2: I skip straight from crawling to running; I dart between the legs of my parents, giggling all the while. I hide in nooks and crannys, playing games I no longer remember.

Year 3: My parents read to me, and my soul sparkles with stories. I learn what it means to know. I love it.

Year 4: I begin preschool, vibrating with exitement and awe; a friend dislocates my shoulder by accident months later. I cry for days, missing school.

Year 5: I go to the public library every day of a sticky summer, reading books and logging them, showing the librarian every five logged for a little plastic prize. I am content.

Year 6: I win a prize of some sort, for reading as many books as I did. I remember little, but I think we won free Yankee tickets. I was disinterested, though I kept my trophy.

Year 7: I gain a sister. I am jealous, at first. Then, I dote and fawn over the adorable infant, who always seems to chew on my hair. Someone at school tells me she isn't cute while I gush. I fly into rage.

Year 8: We have a joined birthday party, though our birthdays are months apart. It is on a hot, sunny day at the beach. We eat barbeque and cake with a bunch of strangers. I meet new friends that school year, chasing them around the playground until they tolerate my precense.

Year 9: I bring in traditional sweets for "Share your Culture Day." No one eats them. I eat the whole bowl myself, determined to stay unbothered. I meet my former best friend, Xandria, that summer. She's a delinqient. I love her.

Year 10: I go to a tutor, Miss Eileen. She helps me with math. I am a 5th grade valedictorian. I am happy. Little do I know, this sets a bar too high. I can never go back. Xandria forgets me. I cry.

Year 11: Everything is new. I meet new people, at a new school, with new teachers. I act crazy for attention. I meet my still-best-friends. I love them. Life is good.

Year 12: I make plans for world domination. I get my first 95% average. My parents are indifferent. My grades drop again. My friend tells me she's suicidal. She leaves school. I know despair for the first time.

Year 13: I take the SHSAT. I fail to get into a Specialized High School. I resign myself to an uncertain future. I am afraid. I have graduated. I miss my friends.

Year 14: I think I have a second chance. It fails. I am in IB. My parents scoff 'inadequate'. I try my best; I still do horrible. I join writer's club. I learn to let go into words. I find WtW. Suddenly, I see a light.

Year 15: I think I have yet another chance. I don't do any better. I throw myself into science. It accepts me with open arms, though my fear holds me back from returing it's enthralling embrace. A pandemic starts. Chaos ensues.

Year 16: I am aware. I am here. I have survived. I hope I'll live.
 

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5 Comments
  • SamRose

    Wow, I love this! The way you write is so beautiful. :)


    2 months ago
  • anemoia (#words)

    i really really liked this format. nothing else could have told the story so beautifully.


    2 months ago
  • doodleninja

    i love how you used short staccato sentences in this, to make the emotions "to the point" almost :D
    and i love what you put for year 16 :) <3


    2 months ago
  • Avril

    Wow this is beautiful. You communicate the emotions of different periods of your life so well. I love your line, "chaos ensues" from year 15!


    2 months ago
  • Ava Marie

    I really like this, and your life is more interesting than mine if that helps at all


    2 months ago