Friday, March 23, 2012

A Girl Named Bitterly

   Over spring break, besides becoming ill, I wrote a short story. Well, I had started it a long while ago, and I finished it over break. Originally it had been one of those "punch the keys" (Finding Forrester reference-- I just watched that movie again, and it's awesome) moments where you just write and you have no idea where it's going. Well, I figured out what to do with it during the break, and wrote it and finished it. It is lovely, and inspired by several things in my life currently.
   The story is about a girl named Bitterly Living who is an aspiring fashion designer living in a drab town. She has her friend Peter, who helps her venture to the fashionable city of Paris, where she can find her success. So, I give to you a passage from the story. Enjoy.

   The evening was quiet and hardly anyone was about the streets. Bitterly knew where she was going, and tried to suppress her hopes; she preferred a nonchalance in life. Certain streets she took were so quiet she could hear her steps, and even the slightest murmurs of the town were easily heard by anyone around. She enjoyed hearing the murmur, as well as her steps being their own part of something truly insignificant.
She rounded a corner and reached just the stoop she was looking for. Splayed across the second step of the stoop was Peter, his head and shoulders slouched against the side and his legs stretched out in front of him. His hat covered his eyes and he was at least pretending to sleep.
“And shouldn’t you be at school?” Bitterly greeted.
 Peter lifted his head and gave a full hearted grin. “Then how would you find me? That’s the last place to look.”
Bitterly shook her head, but couldn’t suppress a smile. Peter was a year younger than her, and had always been her best friend. They went to the same boarding school, and now that Bitterly had graduated Peter wanted the same freedom. He was scruffy and lanky, appearing as though he lived on that stoop. He had dirty blonde hair that was such a dirty shade of blonde that his roots were dark brown. He had crystal perfect green blue eyes that had such a spark that they were filled with the verve of life, so much so that when he was truly beaming, his eyes made his whole face seem to glow. The school and basically everyone else said he was a scruffy troublemaker; Bitterly said he was iridescent.
“You’re staying in school.”
He scrunched up his face, and sat up properly so Bitterly could sit next to him. “I know. I’d be better off somewhere else though. I could be an apprentice somewhere; it’d be much more thrilling.”
“You only have the rest of this term left, and then you can do whatever you want,” Bitterly said, sitting next to him.
“Yes, I know. So what have you to show today?”
Bitterly beamed at him. “I finished it. The entire collection.”
Peter’s eyes lit up with excitement and his face gave off that glow. “Well, let’s see it then.”

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