Writing

It's time for creative writing week.
Here's my favorite achievement.

Writing

Over time I learned to get out all my problems through phrases and clauses. All the teens whose stories I drew had worse lives then I ever would. But I was still them. I was Margot Williams and Austin Careos. I was Margaret Smith-Yuko and Wren and Bat. Suddenly I turned into Beauty and Beau, Morning and Mai. Suddenly I became them instead of me.
I forgot Teddy
So back, back, back. Back to the reality that burns and cuts. Back to the reality that crushes and throws away the splinters that are all that is left of my bones.
I go to school and stay to learn and go home just to show my parents I'm ok. And then I'm Temma and Clarity. All my stories, all my words. Rush, split, ink.
At school when I need to go away I write poems. One, two buckle your shoe, or I'm writing lists of uselessness for later, names of character that will never be born, their stories never told.
Names.
Names of characters, names of friends, names that will stick forever:
Kathryn
Elizabeth
Goran
Kat
Guy
Megan
No, not Megan. No I think I'll be Teddy.