Forever Will End Here_The Diary of an Honest Thief_Alex_Nana and our Dreams
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Forever Will End Here
“Can you keep a secret?” The words leave Lexia’s lips, hanging in the air between her and Nevie. Without an immediate answer, Lexia stands up from her bed. She begins pacing her room, walking from one pink wall to another, even pinker, wall. Lexia focuses on the objects in her bedroom in an attempt to calm her. She passes her dollhouse, one people have told her a seventeen-year-old shouldn’t own, and her nerves pile higher. Nevie laughs. It’s a sweet sound Lexia would bottle and release when she needed euphoria if she could. “Of course you can, Lexia,” Nevie says. “You can tell me anything.”“...
The Diary of an Honest Thief
Entry 1: I stole Mrs. Edward’s pie today. I’d feel bad about it if that pie wasn’t so darned good. Signed, An Honest ThiefEntwww.onedoor.ccry 2: I’ve never journaled before, but how else am I supposed to keep all these experiences to myself? By the way, Mr. Kingston’s garden has one less watermelon. Signed, An Honest ThiefEntry 3: How is it that some people are handed everything on a silver platter while others have to work for it? Life isn’t fair (especially for Lesley. I may or ma...
Alex
You know that expression, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me? Yeah, how about fool me five times? I'm just a sorry little girl who doesn't learn from their mistakes. I suppose you want me to tell you what those mistakes were. Mind you, like any other regular human, I've made so many more mistakes within my short lifespan. Actually, I think I've made more than usual. We're getting off topic here. I suppose I should just get into the story.Alex. I suppose you probably know at least one person called Alex huh? Such a popular name, yet none of the ones I know have it as their r...
Nana and our Dreams
Let me tell you about my beloved grandmother, or my nana, as I call her endearingly. She’s quite tall, lean, with wrinkled, dry, and sun spotted skin, and had gloomy, drooping, lackluster eyes that hide a wise woman way more advanced than her years. I was starting in high school, 12 going on 13, and she was already in her mid-60’s. My relationship with my grandmother was at the borderline of love and hate. Do you know why? Because I was her favorite grandchild for house chores! She wakes me up very early to gather firewood in the riverbanks, wash our clothes in the river, harvest onions and ga...