I've been thinking about sharing this with you people of KH13. It isn't necessarily my story. But it's another side, another story (just had to say it)
So, thanks to an English project of mine, let me share the other side of another story.
Crying Over No One
“Bring it on!” She declared. I lunged. She easily deflected my foil with hers. I pivoted out of the way and swung at her back, and she struggled to block. She jumped back. Just a normal spring day, between Casy and me. Two equally matched twins. Inseparable... If only. What you just read was simply a fabrication. A dream. There is no Casy. That is, there was no Casy. As of the 21st of October in the year 2012, Casy exists inside me.
Looking back at all of the... fake memories, I realize how much better of a person she made me. She always saw the good side of someone. It’s not that she just got along with everyone, because she definitely didn’t. It’s just that she didn’t hate anyone. Unfortunately, things didn’t work the other way around. Especially when we were younger when everyone took the smaller things oh so seriously, she was often teased and made fun of. Did that affect her? No. She didn’t care and she was even nice to those who judged her.
She definitely wasn’t perfect, though. If someone asked her something, she would rather tell them a little fib than be brutally honest. Which is okay in some cases but the guilt would eat away at her that night. She was also easily stressed. If she had a long-term task, she wouldn’t know what do for a long time and she’d panic and she’d stress. Eventually, she’d usually figure it all out though.
I remember, one day, I was salvaging through through my art teacher’s bucket of miscellaneous supplies and found a purple beaded necklace, and a gear also in Casy’s favorite color. The gear itself bore a resemblance to a star actually, it would’ve been kind of hard to tell just by looking at it. Anyway, I connected the necklace and the gear with a small piece of wire and I kept it hidden for the next couple of weeks. During some other time, Casy did something similarly with orange materials. The night of our thirteenth birthday, after all of the primary celebrations were finished, the only presence being the two of us, we presented our gifts to each other. A good luck charm for the lucky/unlucky thirteenth year. Now I’ll admit some tears were shed on both sides. I’ll always remember that day. Even if it is fake. The fabrication has truer meaning.
I have tried to be a person as kind as she was. I’ve attempted to set aside my hatred toward others. I’ve attempted to show compassion to them. I’ve attempted to help others whenever I possibly can. I’ve attempted to smile. Even when I’m sad.
Now then, this essays prompt asks to zero in on one incident. Believe it or not, I stayed true to that. Everything I told you, plus so much more, occurred within a 5 to 45 minute time frame. That is how a dream works. So many things happening in such little time; and now, with Casy gone. I’m trying to hang on to as much of her as I can. Because she is my sister. Because I love her.
I've been thinking about sharing this with you people of KH13. It isn't necessarily my story. But it's another side, another story (just had to say it)
So, thanks to an English project of mine, let me share the other side of another story.
Crying Over No One
“Bring it on!” She declared. I lunged. She easily deflected my foil with hers. I pivoted out of the way and swung at her back, and she struggled to block. She jumped back. Just a normal spring day, between Casy and me. Two equally matched twins. Inseparable... If only. What you just read was simply a fabrication. A dream. There is no Casy. That is, there was no Casy. As of the 21st of October in the year 2012, Casy exists inside me.Looking back at all of the... fake memories, I realize how much better of a person she made me. She always saw the good side of someone. It’s not that she just got along with everyone, because she definitely didn’t. It’s just that she didn’t hate anyone. Unfortunately, things didn’t work the other way around. Especially when we were younger when everyone took the smaller things oh so seriously, she was often teased and made fun of. Did that affect her? No. She didn’t care and she was even nice to those who judged her.
She definitely wasn’t perfect, though. If someone asked her something, she would rather tell them a little fib than be brutally honest. Which is okay in some cases but the guilt would eat away at her that night. She was also easily stressed. If she had a long-term task, she wouldn’t know what do for a long time and she’d panic and she’d stress. Eventually, she’d usually figure it all out though.
I remember, one day, I was salvaging through through my art teacher’s bucket of miscellaneous supplies and found a purple beaded necklace, and a gear also in Casy’s favorite color. The gear itself bore a resemblance to a star actually, it would’ve been kind of hard to tell just by looking at it. Anyway, I connected the necklace and the gear with a small piece of wire and I kept it hidden for the next couple of weeks. During some other time, Casy did something similarly with orange materials. The night of our thirteenth birthday, after all of the primary celebrations were finished, the only presence being the two of us, we presented our gifts to each other. A good luck charm for the lucky/unlucky thirteenth year. Now I’ll admit some tears were shed on both sides. I’ll always remember that day. Even if it is fake. The fabrication has truer meaning.
I have tried to be a person as kind as she was. I’ve attempted to set aside my hatred toward others. I’ve attempted to show compassion to them. I’ve attempted to help others whenever I possibly can. I’ve attempted to smile. Even when I’m sad.
Now then, this essays prompt asks to zero in on one incident. Believe it or not, I stayed true to that. Everything I told you, plus so much more, occurred within a 5 to 45 minute time frame. That is how a dream works. So many things happening in such little time; and now, with Casy gone. I’m trying to hang on to as much of her as I can. Because she is my sister. Because I love her.Edited by cdgerrity