Post by raelene brooke anderson on May 29, 2012 10:04:15 GMT -5
Raelene stared down at her shoes, trying to avoid the glance of anyone that happened to pass by her; It was a normal daily routine for the girl, who was normally shy and afraid of most people. At home, this was the only thing she could do, being afraid all the time saved her life, avoiding people was the one thing that helped her make sure she was alive another day. Sure it seemed like a hard life, but it was her life and some days it was crucial that she lived this way. Her mom was away a lot, with her job that always had her traveling and when she was away her father wasn't the greatest person to her. She wasn't when her mother was there either, but it was just far worse when she wasn't. When her mother wasn't home there was no one there to stop her dad from hurting her, she was all alone to suffer in silence because this was a secret no one knew. Much like other secrets she kept, she had to keep them secret only ever writing about them in her poetry which she posted online under a different name.
People seemed to like her poetry too, which surprised her since she was just a kid really and her poems were sometimes a little cliché in her mind. About topics a lot of people wrote about, but they still did mean something to her when she wrote them. They were her poems, and she would always just write them. Sitting outside today she sighed, her long sleeves not good for the weather as she pulled on the fabric trying to cover more of her arm. Long clothes were the common attire with her, along with her journal always with her. Glancing at the lake tapping her pencil on her paper she bit her lip, today was a day she wanted to spend without troubles or people picking on her. If that was really ever possible.
People seemed to like her poetry too, which surprised her since she was just a kid really and her poems were sometimes a little cliché in her mind. About topics a lot of people wrote about, but they still did mean something to her when she wrote them. They were her poems, and she would always just write them. Sitting outside today she sighed, her long sleeves not good for the weather as she pulled on the fabric trying to cover more of her arm. Long clothes were the common attire with her, along with her journal always with her. Glancing at the lake tapping her pencil on her paper she bit her lip, today was a day she wanted to spend without troubles or people picking on her. If that was really ever possible.
