There’s a voice inside
my head. It’s distracting me and causing
me to lose my train of thought. Inside
my body there are now two beings where there is only room for one. I stop and
listen, and as I listen the voice becomes clearer. My heart beats faster and I
freeze, not wanting to think a wrong thought and have her dislike me. I’ve admired Jennifer Lawrence ever since I
saw her in the First Hunger Games movie. Before I can stop myself, I gush out
my compliments and admiration before realizing exactly what has happened.
This
is strange. She agrees. This doesn’t make any sense, this shouldn’t
be possible. It must be a dream. We both
shrug mentally and agree that’s the only logical explanation. As I walk through the school she comments on
how nice it is to be invisible for once. Ouch. So I’m invisible am I? I hear her laugh echo in my head. She didn’t mean it like that. Being constantly bombarded by paparazzi and
screaming fans can cause you to forget what it was like to live as a regular
person. She comments on how our hallways
look like the inside of a bathroom. I laugh and voice my agreement. Whoops, I just laughed out loud walking by
myself down the hall. This makes her
laugh even harder. Entering my next
class a boy rams into my shoulder and I fall back and hit the edge of the door
frame. Jennifer shouts a curse at the
boy. I wince and prepare for the boy to
turn around and beat me up. Then I
remember that I’m the only one that can hear her and I relax. She wonders how I can just sit back and do
nothing. I tell her it’s better to just
forget and move on than to cause more trouble.
Well, I would make him pay for it, she says. I smile, I don’t doubt it.
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