Prompt: "Day 8 —Tell your life story from someone else’s point of view."
She has such a sad face. But it's pretty.
I had always wondered why she seemed so down all the time and cold and distant and insensitive. Sometimes I wondered why I hung out with this chick! I thought about it, and aside from the fact that I had the most terrible crush on her, I realized there was something else there I wanted to see. Besides, I think she was finally warming up to me.
Finally, I spent the night at her house.
Upon opening the door I smelled something terrible. She walked in with her brothers and soon they piled into the living room which smelled the worst. I understood why: they had four dogs and tons of negligence. She asked me if I wanted a snack and I wasn't sure because there wasn't much to have... They hardly had any food, or really anything along the borders of healthy. I liked my vegetables. The four dogs were let out and everyone retreated their own way - in the living room. They all seemed attached to this room for no reason and after a while they started picking things up and sweeping the floor and tidying up in general. Odd. A car pulled in. And she told me the door opened. A large man walked in. They all greeted him, hugged him and waited a few minutes. She uneasily introduced me to her father and he asked me some odd questions. After interrogating the both of us about what we had planned to be doing we scurried up the stairs and hid in her room which smelled much better. It smelled like her.
While there she showed me her collections - some rocks, a few feathers, and a beat-up player's guide for Yoshi's Story. This was what I found so charming in all her weirdness and queerness, that love and passion she had for things. Flipping gently through the guide she asked me every now and then, "Isn't he adorable?" or "Aren't they cute?" She became the sweetest thing ever begging me to agree with things she already knew. She mellowed out after and we got to talk about things. Some time later her dad called her down. Just her. She looked at me apologetically.
She was gone for what seemed like forever. When she finally returned she looked like she was virtually in tears. What the hell had happened? She told me that she just got into trouble again. Nothing to really worry about she was just really mad. She suggested we watch a movie. And else wise.
I noticed a few more things. Like how insistent her father was on knowing exactly what she was doing, where she was, at times I wonder how much did he stuff her mind with nonsense. She told me at times how hard it was to figure out if I could even come over. That was bullshit.
Years went by and we remained good friends. I got to see her grow up in a way and I learned just how beautiful she was. So smart, so creative, and so nice. She said the best things and knew how to give the most wonderful compliments.
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