Cara Jade had spent her entire summer conjuring a story of interest and turning herself into the ultimate girl. Soon she would be attending her new school and everyone wanted to know the new girl.
Covered in cotton with barely space to see, she had no life, no story.
Then she rememeber the popular girls takes, spoken under grey clouds. Cigarettes hanging from some lips as the others laughed really loud.
Soon they were her stories of wonder and expeditions as she had gathered the pieces from memory and made her own.
Walking through the doors all fresh and new she scoped out the cliques and the popular crews.
Standing amongst the new crowd she relayed her stories convincingly as they hung on every word.
They were all fascinated by the little whore.
In bed that night Cara slept triumphant she would rise to popularity. Only, the morning after she was faced with a silent solidarity. The picture she painted had tainted their veiw.
How was they to know she had never been further than the bus stop and school?
How was they to know she was full of niaviety?
Although, shaded and shun she held her head high, saving her tears for the night.
It would be years before she realised the story she had conjured had ruined her life.
WORDS ARE POWERFUL BE CAREFUL OF THE THINGS YOU MANIFEST INTO YOUR LIVES AND OTHERS…
BE YOURSELF EVERYONE ELSE IS TAKEN…..
IN MEMORY OF 1996…
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