Have you ever wondered what goes on in a person’s life when they aren’t in public? Have you ever wondered the problems they have to face at home? Have you ever wondered the struggle they had to keep them self alive? Well, it all happened behind the scenes..........
Star would turn to me, her eyes would glimmer in fear... shame... and tears. Castel would slam the door as Star puts her head down.
“Mum.... doesn’t she like me?”
“Look star, there’s some things I don’t know or understand”
“B..But-.”
I’d cut her off “no buts, you have to learn that the world is not all sugar and bunnies!”
Star would nod. I’d put my finger under her chin, lifting her chin up.
“Castel may not like you, a lot of people may not like you” I’d sigh “But as long as you like yourself, you don’t need their love..”
“Oh?ok”
That was Sleet’s life lesson ever since she was a child, no one really paid attention to her as she didn’t Stand out in a crowd or be a life of a party. She was just Jennifer then, not Sleet But Jennifer. Jennifer was her real name. Not until the cops came. She bailed out of jail after a life time of penalty. She changed her identity, her looks. Her everything and became Sleet.
I’d look everywhere around me, left and right making sure I wasn’t being followed. I brought out a old brown book from my bag then I began to read.
Dear Sleet,
How are you holding up. I wrote this on your birthday can you believe it!you turned 16! I wonder how you’re holding up. Can’t wait to see you for Christmas.... or so I hope
From,
Hail
Hail. . .I’d bring out two pens. I always sign my letters to her with my blue pen but she never replies.
Dear Hail,
It’s been 6years now. I’m stilll using your old letter book to find your address but I couldn’t even make a word out of it. Bella 23? In Spanish it means Beautiful 23, or was it French? I’ve searched everywhere for you. Please tell me you didn’t die in jail, only one year left.
From,
Sleet
Sleet’s best friend was Hail whose real name is Bella. Yet Sleet seems to have forgetten. Which adds a big shift to the story.or does it?
I put the letters away as my blank brown eyes blink. I pretend. I pretend to care. I pretend to laugh. I pretend to love. I pretend to get hurt. When will all of this be over... when I don’t have to pretend anymore when I can actually not have a blank eye...
Star would turn to me, her eyes would glimmer in fear... shame... and tears. Castel would slam the door as Star puts her head down.
“Mum.... doesn’t she like me?”
“Look star, there’s some things I don’t know or understand”
“B..But-.”
I’d cut her off “no buts, you have to learn that the world is not all sugar and bunnies!”
Star would nod. I’d put my finger under her chin, lifting her chin up.
“Castel may not like you, a lot of people may not like you” I’d sigh “But as long as you like yourself, you don’t need their love..”
“Oh?ok”
That was Sleet’s life lesson ever since she was a child, no one really paid attention to her as she didn’t Stand out in a crowd or be a life of a party. She was just Jennifer then, not Sleet But Jennifer. Jennifer was her real name. Not until the cops came. She bailed out of jail after a life time of penalty. She changed her identity, her looks. Her everything and became Sleet.
I’d look everywhere around me, left and right making sure I wasn’t being followed. I brought out a old brown book from my bag then I began to read.
Dear Sleet,
How are you holding up. I wrote this on your birthday can you believe it!you turned 16! I wonder how you’re holding up. Can’t wait to see you for Christmas.... or so I hope
From,
Hail
Hail. . .I’d bring out two pens. I always sign my letters to her with my blue pen but she never replies.
Dear Hail,
It’s been 6years now. I’m stilll using your old letter book to find your address but I couldn’t even make a word out of it. Bella 23? In Spanish it means Beautiful 23, or was it French? I’ve searched everywhere for you. Please tell me you didn’t die in jail, only one year left.
From,
Sleet
Sleet’s best friend was Hail whose real name is Bella. Yet Sleet seems to have forgetten. Which adds a big shift to the story.or does it?
I put the letters away as my blank brown eyes blink. I pretend. I pretend to care. I pretend to laugh. I pretend to love. I pretend to get hurt. When will all of this be over... when I don’t have to pretend anymore when I can actually not have a blank eye...