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  my fiction life

  Short story by Amy Sparks

  Copyright 2017 Amy Sparks

  Published and Edited by Aria Grey at Smashwords

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  Daylight. Sun. Of course, that’s how the world works, but for me? I don’t ever see it working for me. Life, death. That’s how everything works. The circle of life, as some people call it. But for me? I call it nothing. You live, you die. Nothing bad right? Well to some people it’s horrible, but to me, I laugh. I laugh and laugh because it’s nothing. Nothing to me, as to some people, it’s everything. I awake and get on with my life. Some life. Some world. But hey, who’s complaining? Me. Of course, me because I always complain. Right now I’m complaining how I’m still here, but of course, that’s just a small little thought I always have in the back of my brain. I walk. A mother, a father. My parents as I call them in this world. They say “Hello”, as I walk right past them. A “hello” I tell them, and then a “goodbye” as I walk through that awful painted door. I walk and walk as I see people waving at me. I fake a smile of course because that’s who I am. A lie. A sad person who doesn’t need this life of course. I make way through my school and sigh. Time to fake who I am. I make way through the crowded halls filled with teenagers who have no idea what to become in the future. As for me, I don’t give a care in the world, but no way am I gonna end up like them. I end up in front of my locker. Great. Unlocking my lock, I grab the books. Three ripped up books that teach me nothing in this life. But hey, who’s complaining? Oh right, me again. I see a person that I know. A friend. She waves at me as I do the same. I smile. Fake. I laugh. Fake. I listen. Fake. Everything that I do is fake. But to everybody, it’s real for them. Why?. I just move on to the lies and continue this life. My life. Some life. A hand stops me. Pulls me. Grabs me. A turn of my head and I see the one person I never would talk to. My principal. He guides me to his office and I crack my knuckles. What did I do this time? He sighs. I sit down and wait. And wait. And wait. He talks but I don’t listen until he says that one word. “Depressed”. I laugh. I laugh as he looks at me and thinks how crazy I am. I tell him I’m not even close to that word, but he knows. He knows there’s something wrong with me, and I know it too. I’m not depressed, let alone what everybody thinks of me. I’m just myself. The word “depressed” doesn’t even come close to what I think. I’m unusual, I tell him. I’m weird, I tell him. He stares me and I see how crazy he thinks I am. Well, he’s right. I’m crazy. This life is making me crazy. I feel like I’m living in this world that’s made up of fiction. Where’s the realness to it? I sit up and say thank you, but not. I run out of the office. The building. And I run. And run. My legs feel like they’re gonna sink, but I’m not letting them. My chest burns, but I don’t feel it. A cliff. I stand on the edge and breathe. Breathe in that fresh air that could kill a person if it wanted to. Now, this is where people might think I’m gonna jump. Or fall. Maybe even both if that's possible. But there’s too much to lose in this fiction life. I step back and go back to the world I'm supposed to be. "My time will come", I say to myself. It's gonna come, and when it comes, I'll finally see the life I wanna see. "I'm not depressed." I tell myself in a whisper. "I'm just crazy for thinking like a normal person." And then I walk, leaving all my thoughts for tomorrow.

  The End.

 

 

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