Eli
Tanner After lunch we have so many classes, its scary.
It seems like forever until we finally get on
the buses to go home
Once I am finally home, I go up to my room, lie
on my bed, and think of how the day went. What I could have done
better. But mostly, I just feel depressed about how I have to think
about this! Why do I care? Sadly, I can’t control it anymore.
I am in tears when my sister walks in. “Sarah, whats wrong?” “Nothing. I just… I just
hurt myself.” “Feel better!” And she walks away. That’s it. Thank G-d
she is so naïve! I wish
I could talk to my sister, talk to someone, anyone about this, but
I am too embarrassed! Older sisters are models. They’re
supposed to be perfect. If my sister knew this, I would feel so
much shame every time I looked at her face!!!
I continue to think about this until dinner
time. I probably should’ve been doing my homework, but this
was too important. I walk to the mirror, wash my face, and make it
look like I wasn’t crying for the past hour. I study myself.
I look pretty good. I found my one
talent:
