My Three Vingettes


As I walked into the library I saw Lilou sitting next to the school computer with one of my other friend, both are now traders.

    “Where were you guys? I was looking all over for you. What are you guys doing?” I said as I looked at the computer. A sudden flow of anger and sadness grabbed me by the stomach and twisted it. The feeling of bretrail took me by the hand and spun me against a wall of all the good things I thought about them. “You started without me,” I said still looking at the computer.

    “I can explain,” said my other friend, hearing the regret in her voice. I knew this wasn’t her fault, or her idea, it was Lilou I was angry at.

    “You started without me,” I repeated, now looking up at Lilou.

    “Yes we did,” Lilou said, “fake friend.”

    “WHAT!” I screamed back at her. The website was my idea, she probably just did this because she wanted pay back, I thought.

    “Guys please don’t fight again,” my other friend begged.

    “Stay out of this,” Lilou said to her.

    There had been tension between us for weeks now, I did something bad to her, and now she is stealing my idea to hurt me back.

    “This was my idea, it was my idea to help the animals, it was my idea to help save them,” I said to Lilou, trying not to explode with the rage inside, so that I would look stronger, and this was a library after all. My idea was to create a website to help get money for animals that’s really in need of help, and pay for food and water for them. I would’ve also made posters and put it around my neighborhood, and talk to teachers for what I could do to make it grow larger and increase the popularity of it. The website was my first step, and I had told Lilou about that, because I thought it would be fun to have a friend helping me with it, I’m happy that I didn’t tell the rest of the plan. It was two months ago when I made my plan, and when I told her about it, before all the drama started. When it did start I had to put my idea on hold and come back to it later to see how I could mend our friendship again, and just as I thought that it was mended ,this happened.

    “I know,” Lilou said, “and as I said two months ago, I think it is a great idea.”

    “I’m done with you,” I said to her, as I slowly backed away, “I thought that I could fix everything, but I can’t. I done with all of you people.” I ran out of the library, hearing the voice of my other friend behind me. “Just stay away from me,” I said to her, “tell Lilou the same thing.” I saw her stopping and standing in the middle of the school courtyard, just staring at me as I turned the corner. I felt bad for screaming at her, but she betrayed me to, she chose Lilou, and I was fine with that. I felt as if someone had stabbed me in that back, I’m sure Lilou knows this feeling too.

Note: this is a personal vignette. This happened in second grade, so I overreacted a lot.

Almost Freedom

I looked out of the window for a brief second, as I waited anxiously for the day to be over. I was exhausted from sitting on a chair all day, weaving yarn into blankets. My friend, Rosa, sat next to me while I was weaving, she would catch the shuttle for me, so at least I had some company. We would always be chatting about the books we were reading, that we did during work, and would laugh at the jokes that we told each other. She was always there for me, it made my experience better. We weren’t supposed to read during work, but we were really careful, and sometimes one person would sit in front of the door and shout to us when our boss would come slumping to our station. Once I got into trouble though. I sat next to the door, reading my book, when I heard him walking in the hallway. When I looked up he was about three meters away from the door, so I shouted for everyone to put away their books, as I started to run to my seat. I was to late and got into trouble, I got docked pay. I got lucky. Just a few more minutes and then I would be done, I would be free again. My thoughts will be able to run around again, instead of being trapped inside of a cage. I would be able to read my book in peace, without being worried that’ll be caught. I like the outdoors, just like my mom. She also works in the same factory as me, she is just a floor below me, she is not as skilled. She should be here with me though, she was the one who taught me how to use this machine. I can’t wait to go home.


We were almost done decorating the sign we made for our protest. There were feeling bubbling in my stomach. What if we get fired? I thought to myself, what if something goes wrong? That won’t happen, though, right? A sudden fear washed over me, as if a monster was chasing me, like someone was staring at me while I was in an empty room. What if something does go wrong? My friends and coworkers were all around me, everything is fine, I told myself to calm down, everyone is here. All of the girls stood up and admired our poster from a further distance, we were all proud of our work. The poster said in bold letters, WE WANT MORE MONEY. One of the main organisers, the person who came up with the idea, Elana, was very smart. She went over the plan one last time, I already knew the plan, I memorised it. We would wake up early in the morning, I know I will be tired, get the sign, the plan is perfect, and stand in front of the factory and yell, scream, and demand for more money. We would also say that we won’t work until we got more money, I really hope it works. I was proud of everyone, I think Elana was too. The fears in my head vanished, like air, as the sun rises in my head. I think I didn’t deserve to be proud, I didn’t do much except for help with the poster. I was the bystander, I was part of the plan though, and it kind of made flames in my head. I felt like I was a good at being a leader, and I knew the people here more that she did. I shouldn’t be annoyed at this, we all have our star moments, mine will just be a little bit later.

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