Anna Banana (mylovelyhero) wrote in parafaze,
Anna Banana

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I Hope There Aren't Anymore

           A few summers back, I was on a walk, and I came across a young girl, about my age, sitting on the curb. I heard her crying so I sat down by her. No one said anything for a while, I don't even know if she noticed me sit down, but eventually, I greeted her and asked what was wrong. She told me that everything was wrong. We got to talking and she told me that a couple of years ago, her parents abandoned her, so she moved in with her aunt. She hated it there. Not that she had no friend, she had actually become quite popular. Maybe a bit too popular. The boys there started to use her, really bad. About two or three of them even raped her, so she had ran away. And since then, she had been in a few shelters, but she just kept on running away. I felt like crying, but I didn't. Instead, I invited her to walk with me.

            So she got up and we walked together, toward my house. I found out her name was Clare, Clare Brower. Along the way, we stopped for a drink at the drug store. That was when I saw her face. She was so beautiful. Her skin was a bit pale, but not too much, and her hair was a beautiful dark brown. She had amazing blue eyes, and I could see why someone so beautiful would have so many problems. Her face was so dirty, though. Her tears were like the water that came in and flooded the holes in the sand at the beach, water filled with dirt. When she wiped her face off, it left a trail of what her skin tone was really like. And it was just as pretty. 

             After some more time passed, I brought her over to my house, and I explained her situation to my mother. She took a shower, and we gave her some clean clothes. My neighbor, Tom, met her that night. Tom was an amazing kid. And Clare reminded me of a girl that he would marry someday. Tom immediately fell in love with her, and Clare loved him just as much. Over a weeks time, the two became inseparable, because Clare was staying with us for a while, until we could get her a family, or someplace else to stay. After a few more days, Clare and Tom had disappeared. They had told me the night before that they were going to run away together. I knew it would happen. Tom was like that. Tom was right for her. Clare was right for him.

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And they lived happily ever after. It's kind of like a real day fairy tale. It was amazing, my softer side felt everything and just knows that everything will now work out for the both of them. Thats something not easily done with my cynical nature. I really liked this. The descriptions were also very good.
"Her tears were like the water that came in and flooded the holes in the sand at the beach, water filled with dirt"

I am really glad you noticed that part.
Because that was what I built the story around. I heard it in a dream I had a few nights ago, and I just found some way to make a story out of it. Thank you.