The Girl in Pink

June 16, 2010
By loveisblind GOLD, Tenino, Washington
loveisblind GOLD, Tenino, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
This world, it ends as you believe it to end; yet it'll live on to the actuall end, where then you admit yourself wrong.


~Me~


I was always the girly-girl, the drama queen of Junior High, the odd one out. I was the girl in pink. Never wore any other color, except for maybe brown, white, and red. I loved pink. All my thoughts, my emotions, were masked behind the thick layer of pink . . . everything. People never saw me for who I was, I never saw myself for who I was.

So that’s why it surprised everyone, including me, when I entered high school without any pink. The girl in pink had died, lost like a memory. My Junior High years were over with, and so was my Junior High self. I had told my mom that I wanted to start off new, to experiment with finding my real self. She sighed and without any argument, gave me money for clothes.

Old Navy was full of cute outfits, and none of them was me. I felt like an outcast in these clothes. Pink, where was the pink?

There were cute tops in all the colors of the rainbow, and blue jeans in every size out there. I swallowed and bought no pink, just cute tops. No pink, it devastated me. Wait, correction, it hardly did anything to me; I just felt devastated, I never actually was devastated. Actually, from there on out, I was free. I was no longer attached to one color, I was attached to many. I threw away all the pink outfits before school started.

My locker was empty and bare. My emotions refused to hide this time. Pink was no longer my only color and I was no longer trapped. I let out a laugh, but quickly tried to contain it as I shoved my bag into the bottom part of my locker.

Someone walked up to me and asked about my lack of pink. I bet they were just sad that they didn’t have anyone to pick on anymore. I told them that she had died, and that someone else came out. They walked away with a confused look. Where was the girl in pink?

Sighing, I walked over to the art room. Nobody noticed me, nobody laughed at me, and nobody looked at me. I had finally blended in, my blonde hair no longer up in pink bows and my outfits no longer consisting of pink. I felt the best I had in years.

All because the girl in pink had passed away, nobody even wanted to say a final goodbye. She had left merely a faint memory and had been replaced by a new me. I was no longer the girl in pink, and now this memory exists only on paper, nowhere else. Now, my job is to find who I really am before time runs out.

Now I let this memory go, knowing full well that nothing can bring back the girl in pink. Who am I now? I’ll let you know when I find out.


The author's comments:
I was bored one day and came up with this. I am not trying to offend anyone or anything like that, so sorry if I do. Rate high and enjoy!

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on Jun. 24 2010 at 9:44 pm
OfficialApprover PLATINUM, Orefield, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
Grab life by the balls. -Slobberknocker
We cannot change the cards we're dealt just how we play the hand
Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted
It's pretty easy to be smart when you're parroting smart people
-Randy Pausch

Thank you:)

on Jun. 24 2010 at 9:38 pm
loveisblind GOLD, Tenino, Washington
10 articles 0 photos 71 comments

Favorite Quote:
This world, it ends as you believe it to end; yet it'll live on to the actuall end, where then you admit yourself wrong.


~Me~

Thank you gymbabe! I really appriciate your feedback.

Yeah, will do :).


on Jun. 24 2010 at 8:54 pm
OfficialApprover PLATINUM, Orefield, Pennsylvania
48 articles 0 photos 1754 comments

Favorite Quote:
Grab life by the balls. -Slobberknocker
We cannot change the cards we're dealt just how we play the hand
Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted
It's pretty easy to be smart when you're parroting smart people
-Randy Pausch

This was great, I really love how you carried the title throughout the whole piece.  Amazing job.  Keep writing!

Btw, will you check out and comment on my work?





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