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ladyvyolenceSo as I'm sitting here, thinking about what direction of writing I want this place to take me to as I scroll through the countless photos and quotes on my Tumblr, I hear a familiar voice. It was familiar only in the sense that I had heard it before but was not sure where it came from. My eyes look up from the last picture I was looking at, one of a skull as the light reflecting off of an eye that had been drawn, to scan the library in my school for where the voice had resonated from.
First I looked right to only see empty computer chairs, but when I looked left my eyes fell upon a girl that I had known and had spoke with on numerous occasions. It had been only a term since I saw her last, she had not taken classes last term and was supposedly out of the state, but her voice was unmistakable: it was Amy and I was furious to see her. My anger was not directed at her being in the school though she had failed and failed again in her classes, seeming to not care that any future career or jobs besides fast-food services had begun to quickly dwindle from her hourglass of life because of her poor decisions. My anger was not even because she was what I had once considered a school friend, someone who I would talk to on my breaks and possibly go out to eat with. No, my anger had a greater purpose.
At the beginning of the term, two terms ago, was a great New Years party that a close school friend held at his Aunt and Uncle's gorgeous house, one that they let him and his amazing dog stay in. The party was great and many school friends were invited, drinking wine and malt liquors while touring the house, playing games, and hanging out with good people. Amy was there with her boyfriend of the time, seemingly antisocial. During that time she had the reason that her boyfriend lived far away and couldn't see her for more than a couple days in a month holding us back from further investigation of why we could never find them. Some of the people at the party had assumed that they were in the room our friend had assigned them for staying the night, because alcohol was involved, some of us even taking it a step further that they were having sex. This worried the host of the party some, but he dismissed it as everyone else had though stating that he had regretted giving them a queen bed to sleep in and a nice secluded room in the house.
Weeks later he receives a message on Facebook from her boyfriend, now an ex, that she had stolen hundreds of dollars worth of gold jewelry from the house and that he let her do it but didn't want to be a part of it now that they weren't together. All of the people he informed about this event were horrified and extremely upset with her, all pushing for the host of the great party to go and check out the jewelry at the pawn shop she had sold it at, to see if it was true. It was. And he could do nothing about it because he had no proof that it was his jewelry and no proof that she had stolen it besides a one-sided message from a pissed-off ex. It wasn't even his personal effects either; it belonged to his Aunt and Uncle.
She hadn't shown her face back to the school. Another friend of mine said it was because she moved away and that she was also angry with her because Amy had stolen money from her purse as well.
Here I am though, eyes momentarily flicking to the left to watch the girl who we all called a friend as she checks her email, prints off a class schedule, and talks with another student who does not happen to know how dangerous she really is to him. Does she suddenly go to this school again? Besides her poor attendance, lack of conviction, and overall nonacceptance that she's only digging herself a deeper shithole to die in, I wonder what other troubles she will bring to me and the friends who all dislike her now.
This also faces me with another decision as I still have not chosen how I would prepare myself for writing again or have had enough time to assess my current skill level and individuality through my writing to know what to do while I was trying to bring the life back to my own hourglass. For now though, I shall watch over my friends and try to give them the support they need in case another event shall arise.
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