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Violet was the kind of girl who couldn't say no. It was like there was nothing she couldn't do. She was one of the top in the class. She was on the student council. She was on the swim team, soccer team, and basketball team. She participated in UIL, and was secretary of the NHS at our high school. In her free time, she volunteered at animal hospitals and children's homes. She was the kind of girl we all wanted to be.
Although many boys had asked her out, she always declined, but she did it so politely that the boys never seemed too crushed by it. She was very pretty; not a supermodel, but she had a simple beauty about her. She had long, glossy hair that glistened when she ran. Her eyes were blue, not bright though. She was fit from doing sports all the time, so she looked good in almost everything she wore.
I met her on a Tuesday. I wasn't in the popular crowd like she was, although I wasn't at the bottom of the social pyramid either, so we had never really crossed paths before. I remember the day because Tuesdays are always odd days. It's not Monday, but not the middle of the week, either. It's just…Tuesday.
She was standing at the end of the hallway when I met her. At first, she seemed to be lost in thought, concentrating on a puzzle only she could see. I smiled and waved at her as I passed by. She looked up out of her concentration and returned my smile, adding a polite "Hi" with her wave. She had such a nice smile; it looked so sincere.
I saw her later in the library. It was odd because she was never in the library. I partially noticed her for that reason, and because she was looking at a book about theater, one of my favorite subjects, so I thought it would be a good opportunity to start a conversation with her.
She was just as nice as everyone said she was. I felt safe with her, like I could tell her everything without the fear of being judged or made fun of. I told her my dreams of pursuing theater as a career and becoming an actress. I told her how I wanted to audition for the school's upcoming musical, and how I hoped to get a lead. Violet just sat there listening, soaking up every word.
When I asked her if she liked theater, she told me it was just a hobby, and that what she was studying to become a lawyer. She talked about how it was her parents' dream for her to become a lawyer. I told her it that was a wonderful goal, and how great it was that she was trying so hard to make her parents proud.
As the bell rang, our conversation came to a close. I told her good luck with her studies, and she told me to break a leg at my audition for the musical. As I walked to my next class, I thought about our conversation. Maybe there was a chance that we could be friends, even though we ran in different social circles. This could be the beginning of a great friendship.
Wednesday I came to school only to find out that Violet had been found dead in her room that morning. She committed suicide by overdosing on her anti-depressant pills.
Although many boys had asked her out, she always declined, but she did it so politely that the boys never seemed too crushed by it. She was very pretty; not a supermodel, but she had a simple beauty about her. She had long, glossy hair that glistened when she ran. Her eyes were blue, not bright though. She was fit from doing sports all the time, so she looked good in almost everything she wore.
I met her on a Tuesday. I wasn't in the popular crowd like she was, although I wasn't at the bottom of the social pyramid either, so we had never really crossed paths before. I remember the day because Tuesdays are always odd days. It's not Monday, but not the middle of the week, either. It's just…Tuesday.
She was standing at the end of the hallway when I met her. At first, she seemed to be lost in thought, concentrating on a puzzle only she could see. I smiled and waved at her as I passed by. She looked up out of her concentration and returned my smile, adding a polite "Hi" with her wave. She had such a nice smile; it looked so sincere.
I saw her later in the library. It was odd because she was never in the library. I partially noticed her for that reason, and because she was looking at a book about theater, one of my favorite subjects, so I thought it would be a good opportunity to start a conversation with her.
She was just as nice as everyone said she was. I felt safe with her, like I could tell her everything without the fear of being judged or made fun of. I told her my dreams of pursuing theater as a career and becoming an actress. I told her how I wanted to audition for the school's upcoming musical, and how I hoped to get a lead. Violet just sat there listening, soaking up every word.
When I asked her if she liked theater, she told me it was just a hobby, and that what she was studying to become a lawyer. She talked about how it was her parents' dream for her to become a lawyer. I told her it that was a wonderful goal, and how great it was that she was trying so hard to make her parents proud.
As the bell rang, our conversation came to a close. I told her good luck with her studies, and she told me to break a leg at my audition for the musical. As I walked to my next class, I thought about our conversation. Maybe there was a chance that we could be friends, even though we ran in different social circles. This could be the beginning of a great friendship.
Wednesday I came to school only to find out that Violet had been found dead in her room that morning. She committed suicide by overdosing on her anti-depressant pills.
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Well, not quite out of my artist's block yet, but I was cleaning my room and I found this story I had wrote earlier this year for my English class. I know, kinda depressing 
The idea is based off of a poem called Richard Cory by Edward Arlington Robinson. Here it is for you people too lazy to look it up:
"Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head."
The title is from the song Javert's Suicide in Les Miserables. I was listening to it when the idea popped into my head and it stuck.
"I am reaching, but I fall
And the stars are black and cold
As I stare into the void
Of a world that cannot hold
I'll escape now from the world
From the world of Jean Valjean.
There is nowhere I can turn
There is no way to go on...."
Jean Valjean is the main character in Les Mis if you didn't know.
The idea is based off of a poem called Richard Cory by Edward Arlington Robinson. Here it is for you people too lazy to look it up:
"Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head."
The title is from the song Javert's Suicide in Les Miserables. I was listening to it when the idea popped into my head and it stuck.
"I am reaching, but I fall
And the stars are black and cold
As I stare into the void
Of a world that cannot hold
I'll escape now from the world
From the world of Jean Valjean.
There is nowhere I can turn
There is no way to go on...."
Jean Valjean is the main character in Les Mis if you didn't know.
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Very nice.