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Dedicated to my firend Maya, the truth, what she told me and what I
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Saturday, 13 September 2008
12:03:26 AM (GMT)
The Color Yellow

	May sat, legs crossed, on her bed with a new expression. Restrained anger and a new
appreciation for just how boring things could be, yesterday and the day before that
and the day before that and everyday since everyone had started school had been
dismal. She and Kate barely talked anyway, Lilly was preoccupied with other, new
friends and anyone else was strictly a school associate. 
	Things were piling one on top of the other.  May already felt distant from her
friend Lilly, but this lack of communication was widening the chasm. What was once
happiness when she thought of her friend was a resentment growing bitterer by the
day. Kate had always been a bit distant when it came to talking about problems,
especially things that she couldn’t relate to.
	So May sat on the bed, curious about what routine she’d go through or if she could
maybe have a little happiness. She was sick of the boredom,, sick of the same type of
humor, sick of the insults and  being ignored. There was no exit to the abyss, not as
she was. She longed for interaction with people her own age, longed for teen
experiences and more so than anything else, longed to get out of the house.  She was
locked in a cage and did not know how to sing, something of an ugly duckling with a
cool personality once you got pass the awkwardness that always accompanied these
	And on top of that, school was horrible. She had no real friends, no acquaintances
and no one to really talk to. For the most part she did her homework, hoping to get a
call from Lilly. Calls that said they’d come but were never seen despite the fact
she stayed up jut to get them. 
	She ran her fingers through her short, dry hair, another thing to be self conscious
about, she was coming to terms with her weight, and her dark skin tone, she was
getting used to her dull eye and hair color,  and as she sat there she realized
she’d gotten used to not talking about how she felt.

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