Crabbendam Lake is by the ends of my feet, my head laid on my bookbag. No clouds surround the sun, so my eyes are closed. I’m moving my pupils around to get different colors. Towards the bottom, there's a pool of green and if I relax my eyelids enough, I can cut the center blue. Moving my eyes towards the back, the orange turns into a dark red until it's black and all the colors are gone. The lake was clear, and you could see the algae shooting up. Pinecones and twigs had been surrounded by the algae, but their shapes were intact. Tadpoles swam in between the weeds and leaves where the water and land met. I took my shoes off and walked into the lake. The floor was slippery, and the algae slipped in between my toes. In 2016, I skipped my bible …show more content…
I was watching my steps on the path to the front when I stopped in my tracks. I walked back to the outside of the porch and asked him what he meant. It was in a familial sense, of course, I awkwardly yelled back okay. I got embarrassed and equated it to rejection. I searched for reasons to hate him and ruined something I had cherished. It would have happened eventually, we wanted different things out of our lives. Further down the path at the arboretum, these berries were hanging from the side of a tree. They were similar to the color of raspberries. The sun splashed the backside of the berries, but each one was defined and stood out. One of the leaves was off-colored. The leaf was splashed with yellow from the sun and had dry brown spots. Some of the berries shot up and others drooped towards the ground. If you grabbed some of the berries from the stem, placed them in your hand, and squished them, your palm would look like it broke out into a rash. A friend I had in middle school was as pale as a page and had a face lined with the same spots on my palm. Liam had fewer berries on his face than I did. Today, you can see mine hidden behind a new layer of skin and some fresh berries coming …show more content…
In those dreams, I filled the underside of Liam's hair with the purple galaxy print hoodie he wore the most before he left. Similar to their favorite character from SHE-RA. I never could watch the show again. The top of his hair was dyed platinum blonde. The video game we traded is safe in the door at home. I get a headache whenever I hold it, so it's best if it stays there. Over this year's Spring break, I rewatched Everything Everywhere All at Once for the sixth time with my sister. I’ve tried to get my sister and mother to finish it, but the last two times we’d only get to the end of the first part. On the first watch, it solidified itself as my favorite movie. One moment I’m balling my eyes out at the dynamic between Evelyn and those around her. The other moments I was laughing with tears still rolling down my face. Seeing the weirdness clash with depressing themes increased the connection I had with the movie. Initially, I had wanted my Mother to watch the movie so she could have a greater understanding of what it would mean to me for her to accept who I am. The cultural disconnection between Joy and her mother resonated with me. Ironically, their relationship wasn’t