PEDS 250 Writing

It was a particularly bad day. I just  got a job in a restaurant. It opened recently, and apparently I'm the first addition to their original  waitresses, so the others saw the chance to gang up on the newcomer. I'm dealing with them as best as I can, trying to stay professional, but it's exhausting. At least it pays well. My new heels broke today. I loathed them, though. They dug into my feet so much I need 2 plasters on each aching spot to walk without crying. What bums me is they're a part of the waitress uniform, and now I have to pay for them. There goes my new dress. Plus I have to walk home in them. It's raining when I did walk home, and I didn't bring my raincoat or an umbrella. So I have to walk, shivering. It's either that or waiting at the restaurant for it to subside. But that means dealing with the other waitresses, not to mention my flirty manager who thinks everyone is interested in him and is somehow set on me as his trophy. I was c...

He's always there. It doesn't matter where we are. The adults can't see him, he's too good at hiding from them. But us kids can. Occasionally he would smile and laugh our way before disappearing. Sometimes he would point towards us and whisper to the air. I might be hallucinating, but I swear I saw something sparkly buzzing around his ear. At night, the wind blows hard, and windows keep opening themselves. The orphanage's headmistress got so annoyed at first, and tried to nail them down. It didn't work, and eventually we got used to it. Once, I woke up at midnight, and saw him flying around the room chasing his shadow. I helped by pinning it with a dart. He looked at me and smiled, and pulled the shadow out of the room. I remember wondering whether my shadow can fly away as well and spent the next day keeping an eye on it. They all thought I was weird. I'm turning 14, and he comes less often. I'm afraid I'll stop being able to see soon. ...

Prompt: Book Review Elizabeth Gilbert’s career rose with the popularity with her non-fiction work “Eat Pray Love. A book depicting her recovery journey post a messy divorce. Where she went on a trip to be able to come to terms with herself. In this book the story of Liz and Love continues. The couple who have vowed not to get married, both traumatize by their last are forced to get married if they were to stay together. This book is filled with Liz’ rationalization on what to expect and what to be cautious of stepping into the bonds of legal matrimony. She had emerged herself in extensive researched about the institution of marriage, to try to convince herself that this time around it would be fine. The research that she had done for herself are very well presented in this book, citing social scientists and exact publication, but it is also accompanied by the personal opinion of a modern woman. It spans from the concept of marriage in an isolated village in the mountai...

It never occurred to me that I would step over the line. I know this is wrong. My parents would freak out if they ever knew. I can already hear them in my head. "You're better than this. Don't go to that side." But I'm done. Months of restless nights, one after another. All my sweat, blood and tears, sacrificed for nothing. I'm tired of having to always come last. I'm exhausted from having to settle for the bare minimum. There's always someone better. There's always someone else who won over me. And when they're there, I ceased to exist. I am nothing but the smallest obstacle to those I consider my rivals, easily pushed aside. Not anymore. I can handle the heartbreak no longer. I knocked. The door swung to reveal someone who stared, then swung it wider. I guess I do look desperate. As I sat amongst pots, skulls, bird feathers and candles, he took a jar and sprinkled flower petals over me. He then sat down in front of me and smok...