Life of Rayne
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| - | + | <font color=darkgreen>"How long do you plan on staying, Rayne?" | |
| - | <font color=black> I look Sylvia, the head of the hotel management, directly in the eye. Inside my stomach churns ''I hate lying'', but it comes so naturally; it's as if every lie that I've ever told, | + | |
| - | Easily I say, <font color=darkmagenta> "Only for a few weeks. Three or four at the most. I just need some time to get back up on my feet."<font color=black> I smile.''' | + | <font color=black> I look Sylvia, the head of the hotel management, directly in the eye. Inside my stomach churns ''I hate lying'', but it comes so naturally; it's as if every lie that I've ever told, some part of me believes it to be true. |
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| + | Easily I say, <font color=darkmagenta> "Only for a few weeks. Three or four at the most. I just need some time to get back up on my feet."<font color=black> I smile. | ||
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| + | My insides feel grotesque. Fearing the excuses I will have to make when she begins to suspect that I don't actually plan on leaving so soon, a suspicion that proves true. I'm running away. I'm running away from my parents who have always expected more out of their academically gifted daughter. I'm running away from my 17 year old sister, Rosalie, who thinks I need to better evaluate my decisions before I make them. ''What does she know? She's seventeen!'' I'm running away from the drugs that have caused me to lose almost sixty pounds this past year, ''at least I think I am.'' And lastly, I'm running away from Trent, my abusive ex-boyfriend of six years who first introduced me to the wonderful world of crystal meth. | ||
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"How long do you plan on staying, Rayne?"
I look Sylvia, the head of the hotel management, directly in the eye. Inside my stomach churns I hate lying, but it comes so naturally; it's as if every lie that I've ever told, some part of me believes it to be true.
Easily I say, "Only for a few weeks. Three or four at the most. I just need some time to get back up on my feet." I smile.
My insides feel grotesque. Fearing the excuses I will have to make when she begins to suspect that I don't actually plan on leaving so soon, a suspicion that proves true. I'm running away. I'm running away from my parents who have always expected more out of their academically gifted daughter. I'm running away from my 17 year old sister, Rosalie, who thinks I need to better evaluate my decisions before I make them. What does she know? She's seventeen! I'm running away from the drugs that have caused me to lose almost sixty pounds this past year, at least I think I am. And lastly, I'm running away from Trent, my abusive ex-boyfriend of six years who first introduced me to the wonderful world of crystal meth.
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