As bad as it looks, as bad as it really is, with the
drenched bus ticket and pathetic suitcase, it’s not as if I had never been through
something terrible before. I have. My whole life I had been walked on. Used and abused, as it were. So has everyone else in the world,
really. Everyone wants to find the
source of the problem in their lives, something that it all leads back to. As if one could really pin point
all the crap in some one’s life, all the mistakes, the bad decisions, and tell
them with a confident voice that it all began when the mean kids called you
names in first grade. Give me a break (7. Long sentence followed by short).
These people with college degrees and fancy houses and white
picket fences are so unaware of the world around them it’s almost embarrassing
(2.Simple Sentence with Compounded words). Living in a blissful state of ignorance and
reality TV, they never realize that right outside their neighborhood is a whole
world beneath the cracked surface that hides in plain sight.
As my hat begins to drip the built up rain off its rim I lean
back and close my eyes, remembering. I
was one of them, before that damn doctor appointment. I even had the white picket fence and a
family dog. True, I was happy then, but I hadn’t yet seen the
light, the clarity that is brighter than the sun (6. Then and than). So
how did it all go down, I am sure you must be wondering. It’s simple really but to answer
that you would have to ask yourself, really ask yourself that is, one thing –
what is worth it all? (3. Dash for emphasis & 4. Rhetorical question)
This isn’t
a story about justification for actions, however, it’s about revenge (8. One
sentence paragraph & 1. However).
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