Thoughts of a 30ish

He assumed it would be lovely
to take her too, along with a
few others.....

She fought for his love; demanded it lightly afraid of being set free. She held on gently.

Thoughts would repeat in her mind consisting of the bad, worse and the dirty. Holding on by a thread and suffering from the pain of an affection not gained.

For the time draw near and down he walked looking back and forth, comparing breeds of women. Take me! Take me!

But in her thoughts they talk to her, the little marching thoughts, straight and strict soldiers demanding presents in her psyche. The soldiers yelling in a deafening cadence that she would lose this battle. He would not look her way. Loosing control....the army slowly dropped off one by one.

The infatuation began to die when he turned his head to the other flower. He bent over slowly and inhaled her sweet fragrance. Feeling faint she slowly wilted, drooping under the heat and strain of his light. She could almost see the soul being sucked in by him and she knew it was over.

Sarah Bell

I did 25 cartwheels in a row! But the stupid boys that were playing ball were staring at me.

But then, I didn't care and I kept doing carwheels. So,they had the ball, this bigger boy with a red shirt on...looked at me and threw the ball right at my face!!

I picked it up and threw it back! I got him sort of in between his ugly neck and his scrawny chest.

Huh? You talkin' to me?

They want me on the team!!

So can I play football mom? I don't mind getting dirty and those guys don't bother me I wold totally love to kick them in all sorts of places. Most girls want to do is cartwheels, and cheers and sneers and makeup and jacks and jumping rope. But I like to move around and tackle and bite and spit. AHEM! Mom, girls are sooooo boring, ugh! You don't even know how boring!

What?! I can play? Ohhh! I am going RIGHT now, bye MOM!