Melanie Fly
Free Writing
You
can’t tell anyone! Remember, you told us
these Free Writings were private. I think you even said sacred, didn’t you?
So
I’m leaving this weekend. Taking
off. This friend—she goes to Catholic
school, you don’t know her—lives just a couple of blocks away. I can stay in her room in the basement—her
parents never go down there. We’ll just
be careful about noises, running the shower and stuff.
My
parents don’t want me at home anymore.
It’s obvious. All they do is judge
me all the time. The words I use, the
music I like, the way I dress, eat, read, watch—even laugh. (I’m too loud a
laugher, they say. I should be quieter
about it, I’m not sure why.) And I’m
sick of it.
I
bet they won’t even notice when I’m gone.
And when or if they do notice, I bet they don’t even report it. I don’t think they’ll be sad at all, either. Just relieved. (Me, too.)
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