She

She is weird.

She believes in fantasised characters like dragons and Santa claus. She acts as if she is living in a fairy tale.

People make fun of her. People taunt her. People laugh at her. She laughs with them.

She is beautiful, tall, light-haired, and kind. She wears costumes to school and weird hats. She eats breakfast for lunch and lunch for breakfast. She is not impertinent, but why?

Why does she laugh along with us? Why does she think she lives in a better world than we do? I know it sounds silly but she does not seem human. Is she human?

She has an aptitude to take pictures. Pictures of me, pictures of you, pictures of all of us and I don’t know why. I asked her about the pictures. I asked her why she does it. I asked what they’re for. She told me people deserve them. People deserve to see the moments they live in; the things they experience again and again. They deserve memories.

But why! I think she is hiding something. Her background. Her family. Her friends. Who she really is. Behind the bright and kind girl we see who takes pictures, behind her there could be pain and fear. She could feel unsafe. Uncared for. Unloved. This is why she takes the pictures. 

She does not have memories. She does not have friends or family. She does not have memories to keep of her own. She does not have a happy life of her own, but likes to pretend it. She shows a tenacity for pretending.

I am sure of this. She must be hiding something. I know this ...because I am hiding something too.

~ Holly C.