Audience: 14 - 30
Purpose: To express how one person’s expression can show their story.
She steps out of the cab and onto the pavement, where she looks at the new changes in astonishment. On her travels the number of high heel shoes increased and the amount of tired ponytails slowly faded away. With her backpack on and her duffel bag by her side she reeked of outsider. She wore a hat to keep the sun out of her eyes and quickly realized that in the city people rarely wear baseball hats unless they are from a specialized “hat store” in which you do not remove the tags and are by law required to wear your pants below your butt cheeks. She caught her reflection in the mirror; Acid washed jeans and a fleece sweater that had Canada written across the chest maybe once she got settled in she would do some shopping.
Sam once had the face that screamed of a youthful innocence but looking at herself now she sees the face of a tired soul and the eyes of a heartbroken girl. She left behind the man she once believed to be her soul mate and made a decision solely based on her needs this time, and she felt completely at ease. The moment the life left her eyes five months ago she knew this day would come.
She would forget about the man she left behind and her former self and become a better version of the girl she once was. She thought about her friend in the city and how he had changed his entire life for his job, thinking of him put an extra spring in her step and she found herself half heartedly skipping down the busy sidewalk. She always envied him and now she was on the same path. No literally, she was on his pathway and she proceeded to take the first step, then the second, and then she stood face to face with the door to happiness. She turns the handle and pushes it open.
“I’m home!” She yells into the house and steps into her old world, leaving her heartache at the door.
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Love it! :)
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