So….This in my first attempt at
actually going through the processes of writing a short story. I was and still
am a bit apprehensive about writing the short story for reasons I do not know. I
know what I want to write about, but not necessarily how I want to write it. I also
will be using my poetic license.
Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice
By: Jeanne Augustin
I always wondered what it would be like if I was ‘fat’, ‘ugly’, ‘skanky’
and ‘freaky’…’unpopular’. What it would be like to be tormented by skinny, rich,
little bitches who apparently had everything and thought they knew it all- and
thought that the world revolved around them; and was about them. Bitches like
myself. What it would be like to hate
going to school, to hate the reflection looking back at me at the mirror. To hate
my parents for making a freak and for loving a freak. To hate myself. I am pretty sure that Susan hated me. After
all, my friends and I were her reasons for hating herself and her life. And we
made sure that she knew that her life wasn’t worth a dime. But little do you
know sweet Susan, how much happier you are than me. That car that you see me
driving, these fancy clothes and shoes you see me wearing, my friends, the
parties, the money, the rude words flowing out from my mouth at you, sweet
Susan, are nothing but a desperate cry for help. I wish that you would see ME
Susan. Help me.


