Post by LEILA ANN ZAKARIAN on Nov 26, 2012 22:51:00 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 400px; padding-top:10px;][cs=2] THE STORY OF WHO I AM` SO MANY STORIES OF WHERE I‘VE BEEN. AND HOW I GOT TO WHERE I AM. BUT THESE STORIES DON’T MEAN ANYTHING, WHEN YOU’VE GOT NO ONE TO TELL THEM TO. IT’S TRUE, I WAS MADE FOR- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - you | |
| [atrb=width,240][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 240px; padding-top:10px;] Leila was having one of her miserable days. Her hormones were crazy and she had a day off from work so after classes she came right home. She spent a little time with her mom but then just made her way right upstairs. While she loved her family, today wasn’t a day she waned to be around them. The days after a harvest, she came down a little too hard from the hormone treatments. She became miserable and a wee bit crazy. All Leila wanted to do was get in her comfy clothes and take a nap. Or, text her best friend Reagan. Even though Reagan was older, the two girls were fairly close. She had met Reagan when she was in the hospital once. Reagan was following around one of the doctors on Leila’s case. Though Reagan was a bit held back, they could have fun. Leila liked that. Even though the blonde knew about her issues, the other girl never treated Leila as less then a human being. That was something that was invaluable to her. Leila hated being pitied or looked down upon. Yes, what she was going through was heartbreaking but that didn’t change who she was. A girl who liked to have fun and study so many different things in this world. Or, what she could access at the library that is. Sometimes, when people know a weakness about you, they forget to see you as a whole person and instead as this one thing they think defines you. But that one things may not define you unless you let it. Leila learned that long ago. Pretty wise for a nineteen year old. After she threw on some more comfortable clothes, she crawled into her bed and rolled on her side, shooting a text to the premed student. She asked if the other girl wanted to come over perhaps. Her two younger brothers were still in their afternoon classes. She only had morning ones so Leila got off easy. Usually that is. Most days she worked so when she didn’t have to, she really enjoyed it. As she waited for her friend to text her back, her eyes drifted close for just a few moments... | [atrb=width,100][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 100px; padding-top:10px;] |
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