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Megan Mier walked through the front door, a slight smile gleaming across her face. It was a beautiful October day in Dardenne Prairie; the once green leaves of summer were becoming darker by the day, and there was a sense that something a bit colder was on the way. But it was surprisingly gorgeous day, and Megan liked that. She put her backpack down in the hall and headed toward the kitchen. She fixed herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, standard snack every day. “Got to watch those carbs,” she noted to herself as she fixed her sandwich. “Don’t want to turn yourself back into a pig again.” She humorously though of a pig with flowing brown hair and braces; doing everything she did. But she knew she was the prettiest pig of all. After finishing her sandwich, she turned her attention to her homework. But she couldn’t concentrate. Her mind couldn’t think about math problems or history dates; she was wondering what was going on in the world and what her friends were up to. She promised to control herself to only an hour of MySpace, then to her homework before her parents go home. “Yeah, that’s a good plan.”
Megan loved MySpace, more than anybody she knew. She enjoyed plenty of other things; swimming, boating, fishing with her dad, other regular things. But she felt they were rather limited and constricting. With MySpace, you could really see the world; explore it, meet new people, talk with them and see what they’re like, without actually physically interacting. She had a couple of girls that she knew, but they were more of the type that hit the malls as soon they could. She liked them of course, but deep down she felt like she didn’t really know them, they didn’t really show what they liked and enjoyed; which was kind of awkward and depressing at the same time, she thought. With MySpace, all the barriers of social awkwardness and isolation were gone, and she felt that she could truly express and show herself to the world, and all could see.
Megan logged in quickly, the keystrokes flying by. As the screen loaded, she eagerly waited for what was new. “Nothing new.” she noted with a disappointed look. Except a new message from Josh. She was worried about opening it, even the thought of the very first letter frightened her. She truly wondered what was the matter with Josh, and why he was acting so mean lately. Josh seemed like a really cute boy from his profile picture, his short brown hair was like a chocolate cloud and his blues eyes seemed to her so piercing and beautiful. She soon realized she was falling for him. He was listed as 16 years old, that didn’t bother her; she had seen plenty of older-younger couples at her school. He said that he came from a real broken home; his dad left his family when he was seven and his mom had to work hard to support him and his brothers. His story really made her care about him, want to reach out and give him a hug. And he lived close in O’Fallon (though she wondered why he never asked for her phone number, but the thought passed). Even her mom “approved” of him after her eager reaction to the first sight of his picture. In the beginning, they had some really great chats. She found him funny, kind; she felt lifted every time she read one of his messages. She felt in a way, Josh was almost like one of those stuffed animals you used to talk to at imaginary tea parties; she could tell him anything and he wouldn’t care, he would even try to help when she felt down. But then something happened. Last night she got a message from him that was unlike all the others. The tone of it was dramatically different; gone was the cheerfulness, instead was something grey, a sense of doubt. All it said was “I don’t know if I want to be friends with you anymore because I’ve heard that you are not very nice to your friends.” She quickly shot back with a response; “What are you talking about?”. She was shocked. What the hell was Josh talking? How could he even possibly know about her and her friends? It said he was home schooled and he didn’t even live here, so what does he know? It stunned her, but it hit her harder within. A thought creeped inside her, digging deep like a parasite. The idea that she was loosing Josh, loosing a friend that she enjoyed every second with and one that she truly loved. MySpace hadn’t let her down before, it had brought her so much. Why did it have to fail her now?
Tina Meier walked through the door, hurrying to get Megan’s sister Allison to the orthodontist. She headed up the stairs to check on Megan. Looking at Megan, she sensed that something was up. Rushed for time, she told Megan to sign off. Megan replied that she would finish up real soon. Tina knew Megan’s history with MySpace; she and a neighbor girl once created a fake account to talk boys online. She soon found out and ended Megan’s account. But Megan soon started to beg for a second chance recently and since her 14th birthday was coming up, Tina willingly gave in (as long as Megan let her monitor her profile, make it private, and only she and her husband would have the password). It was all for her safety and protection. Megan didn’t always make the best decisions, because of her ADD. “She’s been through a lot.” thought Tina. But she was very proud of her daughter. She couldn’t think for long, she had to hurry to the orthodontist.
Megan clicked to see the new message from Josh. She had hoped that everything was back to “normal”, the old Josh that brought some sunshine into her world. Instead before her laid the most awful thing she had read, it was like some psycho had written it.
Everybody in O’Fallon knows how you are. You are a bad person and everybody hates you. Have a shitty rest of your life. The world would be a better place without you.
Every word hit her like a punch to the gut. The cursor blinked endlessly as the dark clouds began to infiltrate her mind. She knew she could blow them away, she had done it before plenty of times. But they were too much this time, she could do nothing this time (Fat Ugly Pig). The tears slowly began to flow, like someone slowly turning a faucet on. Then it all came through. She became hysterical, clinching her hair in the dankness of her sorrow. She hurried to the phone and called her Mom back. “They’re posting bulletins about me. A bulletin is like a survey. Megan Meier is a slut. Megan Meier is fat.” Tears continued to gush as she talked with her mom. Her mother was furious that she didn’t sign off and said she would be home soon.
Her mom burst through the door, heading straight for the computer room. She found Megan, crying as much as she sounded like over the phone. She said she was extremely aggravated and upset that Megan didn’t listen to her and sign off. Megan just stared at her with such uncaring and angry eyes and with a face that screamed “Get out of my life!”. She burst out of the room, yelling “You’re supposed to be my mom! You’re supposed to be on my side!” She then ran into her dad, who then soon held her. The tears continued, running down his jacket. She told him about what they were saying about her, and he told her it was going to ok. That’s all he could really tell her. He held her close for a while, letting her get through this moment. It felt to him she was like a baby again, and he was rocking her back to sleep after fits in the night. He then let go and gave her a big kiss on the forehead, telling her everything would be fine and that he was going to start dinner, and she should come down soon.
After her dad had gone down to finish dinner, Megan began to slowly walk back to her room, as if in a trance. She coldly turned her head, and headed for her dresser. She searched around until she found her belt, the one she always wore. She then opened her closet, a creaking greeted her. For the most part, it was clear of any clothes except for a few coats. She walked over and grabbed a chair, one that she had ever since she was little and closed herself into the darkness. The inside of the closet became this twisted abyss of a cave, locking her in. She placed the chair right under the rack where her coats hanged, and stepped up. She then adjusted the belt so that it was long enough to tighten around her neck and wrap around the top of the rack. She let her thoughts come together. “Nothing matters anymore. Volleyball practice, my birthday party, Mom and Dad, my friends. All that can fade away for all I care. More importantly, Josh hates me and doesn’t love me. Goodbye.” Making sure everything was set, she took a deep breath and kicked the chair. Her body dropped, but it soon began to slowly swing back and forth, back and forth. There was a stillness in the air, like time had stopped for this one moment. Everything was motionless, life had disappeared for good. Something jumped inside Tina Meier, something dreadfully awful that she had never felt before. She ran up the stairs, ran into Megan’s room and opened the closet. She was gone and nothing was going to bring her back.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Writing Assignment 5
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Megan Mier walked through the front door, a slight smile gleaming across her face. It was a beautiful October day in Dardenne Prairie; the once green leaves of summer were becoming darker by the day, and there was a sense that something a bit colder was on the way. But it was surprisingly gorgeous day, and Megan liked that. She put her backpack down in the hall and headed toward the kitchen. She fixed herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, standard snack every day. “Got to watch those carbs,” she noted to herself as she fixed her sandwich. “Don’t want to turn yourself back into a pig again.” She humorously though of a pig with flowing brown hair and braces; doing everything she did. But she knew she was the prettiest pig of all. After finishing her sandwich, she turned her attention to her homework. But she couldn’t concentrate. Her mind couldn’t think about math problems or history dates; she was wondering what was going on in the world and what her friends were up to. She promised herself to control herself to only an hour of MySpace, then to her homework before her parents go home. “Yeah, that’s a good plan.”
Megan loved MySpace, more than anybody she knew. She enjoyed plenty of other things; swimming, boating, fishing with her dad, other regular things. But she felt they were rather limited and constricting. With MySpace, you could really see the world; explore it, meet new people, talk with them and see what they’re like with out actually physically interacting. She had a couple of girls that she knew, but they were more of the type that hit the malls as soon they could. She liked them of course, but deep down she felt like she didn’t really know them, they didn’t really show what they liked and enjoyed; which was kind of awkward and depressing at the same time, she thought. With MySpace, all the barriers of social awkwardness and isolation and crumbled, and she felt that she could truly express and show herself to the world, and all could see.
Megan logged in quickly, the keystrokes flying by and the screen loaded, as she eagerly waited for what was new. “Nothing new.” she noted with a disappointed look. Except a new message from Josh. She was worried about opening it, even the thought of the very first letter frightened her. She truly wondered what was the matter with Josh, and why he was acting so mean lately. Josh seemed like a really cute boy from his profile picture, his short brown hair was like a chocolate cloud and his blues eyes seemed to her so piercing and beautiful. She soon realized she was falling for him. He was listed as 16 years old; that didn’t bother her, she had seen plenty of older-younger couples at her school. And he lived close in O’Fallon. Even her mom “approved” of him after her eager reaction to the first sight of his picture. In the beginning, they had some really great chats. She found him funny, kind; she felt lifted every time she read one of his messages. She felt in a way, Josh was almost like one of those stuffed animals you used to talk to at imaginary tea parties; she could tell him anything and he wouldn’t care, he would even try to help when she felt down. But then something happened. Last night she got a message from him that was unlike all the others. The tone of it was dramatically different; gone was the cheerfulness, instead was something grey, a sense of doubt. All it said was “I don’t know if I want to be friends with you anymore because I’ve heard that you are not very nice to your friends.” She quickly shot back with a response; “What are you talking about?”. She was shocked. What the hell was Josh talking? How could he even possibly know about her and her friends? It said he was home schooled and he didn’t even live here, so what does he know? It stunned her, but it hit her harder deeper. A thought creeped inside her, digging deep within like a parasite. The idea that she was loosing Josh, loosing a friend that she enjoyed every second with and had began to truly love him. MySpace hadn’t let her down before, it had brought her so much. Why did it have to fail her right now?
Tina Meier walked through the door, hurrying to get Allison to the orthodontist. She headed up the stairs to check on Megan. Looking at Megan, she sensed that something was up. Rushed for time, she told Megan to sign off. Megan replied that she would finish up real soon.
Megan clicked to see the new message from Josh. She had hoped that everything was back to “normal”, the old Josh that brought some sunshine into her world. Instead before her laid the most awful thing she had read, it was like some psycho had written it.
Everybody in O’Fallon knows how you are. You are a bad person and everybody hates you. Have a shitty rest of your life. The world would be a better place without you.
Every word hit her like a punch to the gut. The cursor blinked endlessly as the dark clouds began to infiltrate her mind. She knew she could blow them, she had done it before plenty of times. But they were too much this time, she could do nothing this time (Fat Ugly Pig). The tears slowly began to flow, like someone slowly turning a faucet on. Then it all came through. She became hysterical, clinching her hair in the dankness of her sorrow. She hurried to the phone and called her Mom back. “They’re posting bulletins about me. A bulletin is like a survey. Megan Meier is a slut. Megan Meier is fat.” Tears continued to gush as she talked with her mom. Her mother was furious that she didn’t sign off and said she would be home soon.
Her mom burst through the door, heading straight for the computer room. She found Megan, crying as much as she sounded like over the phone. “I am aggravated at you for doing this!” she said. Megan just stared at her with such uncaring and angry eyes and with a face that screamed “Get out of my life!”. She burst out of the room, yelling “You’re supposed to be my mom! You’re supposed to be on my side!” She then ran into her dad, who then soon held her. The tears continued, running down his jacket. She told about what they were saying about her, and he told her it was going to ok. That’s all he could really tell her. He held her close for a while, letting her go through this moment. It felt to him like she was like a baby again, and he was rocking her back to sleep after fits in the night. He then let go and gave her a big kiss on the forehead, telling her everything would be fine and that he was going to start dinner, and she should come down soon.
After her dad had down to finish dinner, Megan began to slowly walk back to her, as if in a trance. She coldly turned her head, and headed for her dresser. She searched around until she found her belt, the one she always wore. She then opened her closet, a creaking greeted her. For the most part, it was clear of any clothes except for a few coats. She walked over and grabbed a chair, one that she had ever since she was little and closed her into the darkness. The inside of the closet became this twisted abyss of a cave, locking her in. She placed the chair diagonally with the rack where her coats hanged, and stepped up. She then adjusted the belt so that it was long enough to tighten around her neck and wrap around the top of the rack. Making sure everything was set, she took a deep breath and kicked the chair. Her body dropped, but it soon began to slowly swing back and forth, back and forth. There was a stillness in the air, like time had stopped for this one moment. Everything was motionless, life had disappeared for good. Something jumped inside Tina Meirer, something dreadfully awful that she had never felt before. She ran up the stairs, ran into Megan’s room and opened the closet. She was gone and nothing was gonna bring her back.
Megan Mier walked through the front door, a slight smile gleaming across her face. It was a beautiful October day in Dardenne Prairie; the once green leaves of summer were becoming darker by the day, and there was a sense that something a bit colder was on the way. But it was surprisingly gorgeous day, and Megan liked that. She put her backpack down in the hall and headed toward the kitchen. She fixed herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, standard snack every day. “Got to watch those carbs,” she noted to herself as she fixed her sandwich. “Don’t want to turn yourself back into a pig again.” She humorously though of a pig with flowing brown hair and braces; doing everything she did. But she knew she was the prettiest pig of all. After finishing her sandwich, she turned her attention to her homework. But she couldn’t concentrate. Her mind couldn’t think about math problems or history dates; she was wondering what was going on in the world and what her friends were up to. She promised herself to control herself to only an hour of MySpace, then to her homework before her parents go home. “Yeah, that’s a good plan.”
Megan loved MySpace, more than anybody she knew. She enjoyed plenty of other things; swimming, boating, fishing with her dad, other regular things. But she felt they were rather limited and constricting. With MySpace, you could really see the world; explore it, meet new people, talk with them and see what they’re like with out actually physically interacting. She had a couple of girls that she knew, but they were more of the type that hit the malls as soon they could. She liked them of course, but deep down she felt like she didn’t really know them, they didn’t really show what they liked and enjoyed; which was kind of awkward and depressing at the same time, she thought. With MySpace, all the barriers of social awkwardness and isolation and crumbled, and she felt that she could truly express and show herself to the world, and all could see.
Megan logged in quickly, the keystrokes flying by and the screen loaded, as she eagerly waited for what was new. “Nothing new.” she noted with a disappointed look. Except a new message from Josh. She was worried about opening it, even the thought of the very first letter frightened her. She truly wondered what was the matter with Josh, and why he was acting so mean lately. Josh seemed like a really cute boy from his profile picture, his short brown hair was like a chocolate cloud and his blues eyes seemed to her so piercing and beautiful. She soon realized she was falling for him. He was listed as 16 years old; that didn’t bother her, she had seen plenty of older-younger couples at her school. And he lived close in O’Fallon. Even her mom “approved” of him after her eager reaction to the first sight of his picture. In the beginning, they had some really great chats. She found him funny, kind; she felt lifted every time she read one of his messages. She felt in a way, Josh was almost like one of those stuffed animals you used to talk to at imaginary tea parties; she could tell him anything and he wouldn’t care, he would even try to help when she felt down. But then something happened. Last night she got a message from him that was unlike all the others. The tone of it was dramatically different; gone was the cheerfulness, instead was something grey, a sense of doubt. All it said was “I don’t know if I want to be friends with you anymore because I’ve heard that you are not very nice to your friends.” She quickly shot back with a response; “What are you talking about?”. She was shocked. What the hell was Josh talking? How could he even possibly know about her and her friends? It said he was home schooled and he didn’t even live here, so what does he know? It stunned her, but it hit her harder deeper. A thought creeped inside her, digging deep within like a parasite. The idea that she was loosing Josh, loosing a friend that she enjoyed every second with and had began to truly love him. MySpace hadn’t let her down before, it had brought her so much. Why did it have to fail her right now?
Tina Meier walked through the door, hurrying to get Allison to the orthodontist. She headed up the stairs to check on Megan. Looking at Megan, she sensed that something was up. Rushed for time, she told Megan to sign off. Megan replied that she would finish up real soon.
Megan clicked to see the new message from Josh. She had hoped that everything was back to “normal”, the old Josh that brought some sunshine into her world. Instead before her laid the most awful thing she had read, it was like some psycho had written it.
Everybody in O’Fallon knows how you are. You are a bad person and everybody hates you. Have a shitty rest of your life. The world would be a better place without you.
Every word hit her like a punch to the gut. The cursor blinked endlessly as the dark clouds began to infiltrate her mind. She knew she could blow them, she had done it before plenty of times. But they were too much this time, she could do nothing this time (Fat Ugly Pig). The tears slowly began to flow, like someone slowly turning a faucet on. Then it all came through. She became hysterical, clinching her hair in the dankness of her sorrow. She hurried to the phone and called her Mom back. “They’re posting bulletins about me. A bulletin is like a survey. Megan Meier is a slut. Megan Meier is fat.” Tears continued to gush as she talked with her mom. Her mother was furious that she didn’t sign off and said she would be home soon.
Her mom burst through the door, heading straight for the computer room. She found Megan, crying as much as she sounded like over the phone. “I am aggravated at you for doing this!” she said. Megan just stared at her with such uncaring and angry eyes and with a face that screamed “Get out of my life!”. She burst out of the room, yelling “You’re supposed to be my mom! You’re supposed to be on my side!” She then ran into her dad, who then soon held her. The tears continued, running down his jacket. She told about what they were saying about her, and he told her it was going to ok. That’s all he could really tell her. He held her close for a while, letting her go through this moment. It felt to him like she was like a baby again, and he was rocking her back to sleep after fits in the night. He then let go and gave her a big kiss on the forehead, telling her everything would be fine and that he was going to start dinner, and she should come down soon.
After her dad had down to finish dinner, Megan began to slowly walk back to her, as if in a trance. She coldly turned her head, and headed for her dresser. She searched around until she found her belt, the one she always wore. She then opened her closet, a creaking greeted her. For the most part, it was clear of any clothes except for a few coats. She walked over and grabbed a chair, one that she had ever since she was little and closed her into the darkness. The inside of the closet became this twisted abyss of a cave, locking her in. She placed the chair diagonally with the rack where her coats hanged, and stepped up. She then adjusted the belt so that it was long enough to tighten around her neck and wrap around the top of the rack. Making sure everything was set, she took a deep breath and kicked the chair. Her body dropped, but it soon began to slowly swing back and forth, back and forth. There was a stillness in the air, like time had stopped for this one moment. Everything was motionless, life had disappeared for good. Something jumped inside Tina Meirer, something dreadfully awful that she had never felt before. She ran up the stairs, ran into Megan’s room and opened the closet. She was gone and nothing was gonna bring her back.
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