“The Abandoned House of the Neighborhood”

I get out of my house, deciding to clear my mind from life and reality. I walk past many houses, some big, some fancy, some that look like it hasn’t been lived in for years, and some with the “up for sale” sign in the yard. Walking past a particularly old house, its outside looking untouched and not being cleaned in years, the grass growing too long it’s touching the cement of the sidewalk, with vines creeping up the house. I admire the house for a long while wondering how I’ve never noticed this house despite taking the same route everyday. 

Call it trespassing but I could care less. I was too curious about this old, unkempt home. The door creaked as I opened it slowly. I get the feeling I shouldn’t be here but that just makes me want to go inside even more. Walking through the house felt like a horror movie. Like something was going to jump out and scare me at any second. I come across this room with its door wide open. The room looked similar to the rest of the house but something about it just made me drawn towards it to go inside. 

Looking around I found nothing for the most part. Except for one thing. One thing that caught my eye but I wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t looking carefully. I picked it up. It was a gold ring. Putting it in the sunlight I noticed despite its age it still shimmered in the sun. Looking at it in the sunlight I see something engraved inside. It was two initials, none whose names I could’ve guessed. It made me remember that this isn’t just a ring I found in a random old house, it was a ring that belonged to someone. A ring that held meaning to not me but someone out there. I decide to leave it there, not having the courage to take something so valuable to someone. Maybe one day that person will come back and find it, or maybe even a person who’ll find value in it for themself. Either way I found something so special in the most unexpected place.

Friendship Bracelets

In elementary school I had a lot of friends, but none I was really close with. I was always jealous whenever I saw two friends being close with each other. A best friend is something I always wanted. In elementary school friendship bracelets were a big deal in my school. It signified that you were best friends. I wanted one badly back then but now I realize how silly it was. I wanted to have the friendship others had and the friendship bracelets that came along with it. I envied my friend every time they showed it off to me not knowing how much I wanted to have one. At one point I did get one. That was the happiest I’d ever been. I was able to fit in with my new bracelet but at the same time wasn’t exactly satisfied. I wasn’t satisfied it took me so long to get one of those special friendship bracelets.

House for Sale

There’s a house for sale in my neighborhood. I pass by it every time I go to school and come back. Even when I’m going to a friend’s house or one of my cousins’ houses. The big red for sale sign right in the front yard catching your eye. The house stands there waiting for someone to come and like them enough to stay. Sometimes I see people go in the house and come out. The house still stands there with the big sign still in the yard. I wonder why no one bothered to stay yet. The house is beautiful with a nice front yard and an exterior with nice painted colors. With beautiful grass cut perfectly and green. I’m not sure what it looks like inside but I’m sure it’s nice inside too. I like the house. They stand alone but I hope that one day someone likes it enough to stay for a while.

Waltz Jump

A waltz jump is a type of jump in ice skating. I remember first starting out and thinking how cool the older girls were for being able to do that. It’s one of the easiest and most basic jumps you can learn in ice skating. But before I knew that I thought it was one of the scariest things to exist. The idea of jumping on something slipper and landing on a single blade, holding your entire weight was a scary thing to think about. The fear of falling down and embarrassing myself was too much to bear. I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to do it. But one of my coaches decided to help me. They did private lessons for me and encouraged me to do it. I didn’t want to disappoint them after they put time into helping me. I tried to attempt it but failed. My feet were stuck to the ice. That didn’t discourage my coach though. She still encouraged me and held on to me to help. She got me comfortable with my skates and the ice so I wouldn’t be as scared anymore. And after another while I tried again. And I did it. I flew and my wings were clipped from the ice and my fear.

The Bed Where I Belong

I moved here a few years ago. In these few years I’ve met and befriended a lot of people. I had things in common with them and had fun but it never felt right. Sometimes they talked about things I didn’t understand and when I finally understood they moved onto something else. I could never catch up with them even when they tried to include me and help me fit in. It upset me greatly that I felt so out of place. Whenever this happened I went to my bed seeking comfort there. I never wanted to leave feeling comfortable there and felt like I belonged there, my bed understood me.  Recently I met quite interesting people. I thought it would be the same feeling with them. The feeling of being out of place. But I was mistaken, very wrong. With these people I don’t think I’ve felt more comfortable. They made me laugh a lot and so hard my stomach hurt and I was having trouble breathing. I actually understood what they were talking about and they understood me. Once in a while they talked about something I don’t understand but they made sure that I knew what they were saying and understood. It was like my bed. I felt so comfortable with them it was like I was in my bed but I wasn’t. My soft, comfortable bed where I could recharge and feel like I didn’t have to fit in. But recently my bed isn’t the only place I could feel this way. My bed isn’t the only thing there for me anymore. My bed isn’t the only place where I belong. Now I have another place where I can find similar comfort and not worry about whether or not I’ll ever find a place where I belong.