Congratulations !
You have been awarded points.
Thank you for !
- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Personal Growth / Achievement
- Published: 03/25/2021
Izzy Farwig
Mrs. Janssen
Pre- ap English 2
24 February 2021
Yellow
I was stuck in the most boring eggshell yellow Monday afternoon repeating forever. The worst color of yellow like the walls of old houses and tubs of vanilla ice cream. It was a day in mid-June, muggy and humid. It felt like a dark black hole filled with nothing. Absolutely nothing and nobody because I didn’t have a friend. No one filled that empty void with trust and happiness because She wanted to hurt me. She was my best friend since 7th grade with her long straight brown hair and eyes so dark they almost looked black. It was her who wrecked my whole life and made me spiral into this dark thunderstorm. And it all went downhill with a single phone call.
An annoying ringing noise chimed in my ears, and the phone seemed to taunt me, reel me in before I pushed that green circle. I was scared by this call because it consisted of 3 crucial things: She was very mad at me, I had absolutely no idea what I did wrong, and I had no one that would or could understand me. As I picked up the electronic block she said she was mad because ________. Blank. A blank void of drama, a gossip train that I lay underneath getting trampled by each cold metal wheel. It was a foolish reason that made no sense. But that certain reason wasn’t what made me so angry, it was Her. She would not listen to me despite my asking and pleading for Her to understand. What kind of friend ignores each intentional word of mine, overbearing it with sharp comments and heavy punches. It was a verbal fistfight that I did not attempt to win. My whole body raged and I clenched each and every muscle on my body until I started shaking. I knew she couldn’t see my pain through a voice on a screen but I wish she could. I wish she could see the emotions flowing out of me like a dangerous river rushing over boulders and deathly waterfalls. Tears rolled down my face as my nails dug deeper and deeper into the palms of my hands. With every hurtful word she said, my face became so tight and red that I slammed my fist into the off-white wall with a force I felt would hurt her if we were face to face. Again and again and again I punched that wall until she fell silent and ended the call. I screamed and cried and hit everything in my room brutally until I just sat on my brown rough carpet floor for a minute and shook vigorously, stunned, fearful, and falling. I was falling into that dark black hole and I had nobody to pull me out of the void. No one there to tell me that what I was feeling was not over dramatic or wrong. I was stuck in an invisible force, a bleak yellow cover-up shielding my pain so that I was invisible to the outside world.
I had nothing to look forward to for the rest of the entire summer. It was going to be an eggshell yellow summer with more trauma than anything good. I had given up and sat in my feelings, a pool of tears and sweat, while I tried to put the puzzle pieces together as to why I was so blind to this cruel detachment that led me to this isolating feeling similar to sitting in a dark empty playground.
//
It’s a sunny bright day in late June. Everything feels so vibrant and happy. Happy like yellow from a kids coloring book, yellow like fresh lemons on a lemon tree. The sand between my feet are soft clouds and the ocean water sprays the most wonderful cooling feeling all around me. The beach is the most saturated colors of yellow and blue, the sky looks like it’s been colored with crayons, and today my grin stretches across my face showing each gleaming tooth with an overwhelming feeling of happiness.
I prance around the beach and look over the ocean to see clusters of people I know swimming, diving under large waves. As I run into the crashing water, salty sprays tingle on each part of my body. In the burning sun, the water feels like a cooling relief. I swim up to Annie, a short blond girl wearing a black and white striped one-piece bathing suit. We start talking the same old small talk:
“Hi,” I said.
“Hello!,”
“How are you Annie? it's been so long, what have you been doing?”
“Nothing much! You sure look like you've been having a good summer” … You look like you've been having a good summer. Really? How did she know that? I haven’t seen Annie since school in May, I haven’t talked to her about my summer nor have I paid much attention to hers. I had been so absorbed in just enjoying myself that I forgot that others actually have a view of my life. Other people can see me. They have an entire perspective of me built on the slight signals I give off in each summer activity I do. It feels like I just took off my invisibility cloak or maybe it was never actually there.
A repeating pale yellow Monday afternoon. Whatever happened to that eggshell yellow black hole feeling. It’s gone. I’ve never had a day like that one, I’ve never experienced that same pale yellow day. Every day is a new color, a new shade of that color that I didn't know existed. And everyone can see that, especially if I’m enjoying the days I live, and I let the bad thoughts fade away from me with a big smile in its place.
Yellow(Izzy)
Izzy Farwig
Mrs. Janssen
Pre- ap English 2
24 February 2021
Yellow
I was stuck in the most boring eggshell yellow Monday afternoon repeating forever. The worst color of yellow like the walls of old houses and tubs of vanilla ice cream. It was a day in mid-June, muggy and humid. It felt like a dark black hole filled with nothing. Absolutely nothing and nobody because I didn’t have a friend. No one filled that empty void with trust and happiness because She wanted to hurt me. She was my best friend since 7th grade with her long straight brown hair and eyes so dark they almost looked black. It was her who wrecked my whole life and made me spiral into this dark thunderstorm. And it all went downhill with a single phone call.
An annoying ringing noise chimed in my ears, and the phone seemed to taunt me, reel me in before I pushed that green circle. I was scared by this call because it consisted of 3 crucial things: She was very mad at me, I had absolutely no idea what I did wrong, and I had no one that would or could understand me. As I picked up the electronic block she said she was mad because ________. Blank. A blank void of drama, a gossip train that I lay underneath getting trampled by each cold metal wheel. It was a foolish reason that made no sense. But that certain reason wasn’t what made me so angry, it was Her. She would not listen to me despite my asking and pleading for Her to understand. What kind of friend ignores each intentional word of mine, overbearing it with sharp comments and heavy punches. It was a verbal fistfight that I did not attempt to win. My whole body raged and I clenched each and every muscle on my body until I started shaking. I knew she couldn’t see my pain through a voice on a screen but I wish she could. I wish she could see the emotions flowing out of me like a dangerous river rushing over boulders and deathly waterfalls. Tears rolled down my face as my nails dug deeper and deeper into the palms of my hands. With every hurtful word she said, my face became so tight and red that I slammed my fist into the off-white wall with a force I felt would hurt her if we were face to face. Again and again and again I punched that wall until she fell silent and ended the call. I screamed and cried and hit everything in my room brutally until I just sat on my brown rough carpet floor for a minute and shook vigorously, stunned, fearful, and falling. I was falling into that dark black hole and I had nobody to pull me out of the void. No one there to tell me that what I was feeling was not over dramatic or wrong. I was stuck in an invisible force, a bleak yellow cover-up shielding my pain so that I was invisible to the outside world.
I had nothing to look forward to for the rest of the entire summer. It was going to be an eggshell yellow summer with more trauma than anything good. I had given up and sat in my feelings, a pool of tears and sweat, while I tried to put the puzzle pieces together as to why I was so blind to this cruel detachment that led me to this isolating feeling similar to sitting in a dark empty playground.
//
It’s a sunny bright day in late June. Everything feels so vibrant and happy. Happy like yellow from a kids coloring book, yellow like fresh lemons on a lemon tree. The sand between my feet are soft clouds and the ocean water sprays the most wonderful cooling feeling all around me. The beach is the most saturated colors of yellow and blue, the sky looks like it’s been colored with crayons, and today my grin stretches across my face showing each gleaming tooth with an overwhelming feeling of happiness.
I prance around the beach and look over the ocean to see clusters of people I know swimming, diving under large waves. As I run into the crashing water, salty sprays tingle on each part of my body. In the burning sun, the water feels like a cooling relief. I swim up to Annie, a short blond girl wearing a black and white striped one-piece bathing suit. We start talking the same old small talk:
“Hi,” I said.
“Hello!,”
“How are you Annie? it's been so long, what have you been doing?”
“Nothing much! You sure look like you've been having a good summer” … You look like you've been having a good summer. Really? How did she know that? I haven’t seen Annie since school in May, I haven’t talked to her about my summer nor have I paid much attention to hers. I had been so absorbed in just enjoying myself that I forgot that others actually have a view of my life. Other people can see me. They have an entire perspective of me built on the slight signals I give off in each summer activity I do. It feels like I just took off my invisibility cloak or maybe it was never actually there.
A repeating pale yellow Monday afternoon. Whatever happened to that eggshell yellow black hole feeling. It’s gone. I’ve never had a day like that one, I’ve never experienced that same pale yellow day. Every day is a new color, a new shade of that color that I didn't know existed. And everyone can see that, especially if I’m enjoying the days I live, and I let the bad thoughts fade away from me with a big smile in its place.
- Share this story on
- 13
COMMENTS (1)