Original ~ An Understanding of Life

“That’s original.”
Meaning it sucked. That’s what she meant of course. What else? People wouldn’t use ‘original’ if they meant good. Sarah almost threw her paints across the room. What was the point? She never managed to fulfill the teacher’s expectations. She sucked. She kept her temper though; but tonight she’d tell her parents that she was done with the drawing lessons. She’d only continued so they weren’t disappointed in her. She’d given up everything this year: ice skating, cheerleading… She’d kept the painting just so they didn’t worry. But they would. Where was their girl? The one who was always top of the class, keeping a 4.0 GPA while being Captain of the cheerleaders, and on her way to Nationals in ice skating?

She’d disappeared inside that dark, moody, lost teenager. Sarah wasn’t even sure what had happened to her. One day, she was super motivated about everything in her life. Then the next, everything was bland and dull. She’d maintained her GPA, barely but just because she knew that education somewhere down the road was going to be important. But now it felt useless.
“What are you trying to say with this piece Sarah?”

She looked at her teacher. She was trying to say fuck you, that’s what she was trying to say. Fuck you and everyone else. But she didn’t say that. She shrugged.
“I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense.”
Ms. Jenkins smiled.
“That’s normal Sarah. Life at your age, it’s complicated. It’s an original way of representing it. A good one too.”
“Really?”
She smiled back. Maybe she didn’t suck.
“It’s a bit dark but in the abstract it’s an interesting concept. I like your falling angel.”
Well she did feel a bit like him. Childhood was Heaven, when you were innocent and everything felt perfect. And then you turned 16. And everything sucked; the wake-up call was brutal. Life was actually Hell. The people you thought were your friends were actually assholes, and the guy you thought loved you only wanted to get into your panties and then dump you for the stupid blond next door. Who cared that you were the blond next door less than 6 months before?
It wasn’t even an original idea. It was just life. Sucky annoying life of a 16 year old.

©scolpron2016

In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Original