I Know a Girl

I know a girl. She rises in the morning, filled with new hope and a beautiful vision.  She walks down stairs and faces her mom with a smile. Her mother tears the smile into pieces and shatters her heart with destructive words and a voice, raised so high it pierced into the heavens.  Cowering, she gets ready for school; she gets ready to leave this place to her friends, to protect her.

I know a girl. She walks to school all alone early in the morning, ready to face the day, forgetting everything else. She likes walking by herself. At school her friends greet her with delighted faces, her friends like her.  She joins her friends in their groups and they walk inside. Two girls, with frightening faces approach them.  Hateful words spill out of their mouths, striking the girl in the heart. Her friends are afraid to do anything. She looks down; already she wants the day to end.

I know a girl. She walks home thinking, her head down, her hope shattered. Hesitatingly walking through the door, a frown already upon her face, she is greeted by her father. It is not a friendly greet, he begins to yell and tell her what a terrible daughter she is, how he never wanted her, how she was a joke, a lie, a mistake. He physically hits her.

I know a girl. She’s in her room crying, looking at the window to the stars. This girl is kind; she is caring and sweet, no matter what life throws at her she raises again with hope. But the things that go on in her life break that hope down.  Her story is different than what other people make it. She feels like no one really understands, because no one really knows what she goes through all the time. 

(So, this is my little bit of writing for my group's Marketing Maycomb assignment, Zach made a really cool presentation/movie thing and Savannah made a poster and Rylie did some fantastic art! So we did pretty good, I'm hoping.)

~BrandyBug Nikkie Kinsman