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I want to meet your friends…

"I don't have…friends."

But I want to meet your friends.

"But I told you, I don't have friends… Why do you want to meet them, Sye? Even if I did…" She twiddled her thumbs, one up, one down, one up, one down, one up…

Listen to me, sweet child of mine. You say you don't have friends, but I want to meet them, these friends of yours who you say don't exist.

No older than 8. Her blonde hair, streaked with natural strips of brown, curtained her face, framing the despair and alienation. She was lonely, intimidated. Unsure.

He told her things; not normal things, but frightening things. He scared her, that invisible voice; he made her feel uneasy within herself. She didn't like it at all, but he was the only person…the only voice that would respond to her own.


Her head popped up, startling herself, her mass of hair bouncing. Her eyes were wide and white.

"Joy, sweetie? Don't you want to paint the Indigenous animals?"

"No. But, yes… I think I would…"

"Okay, come sit next to me. We can start this platypus and you can help me pick the colours… Joy?"

The teacher's words faded, just like everyone else's.

Don't listen, he said. She's not your friend, I can tell, he said.

So the small, blonde-haired girl put her head down again.

"Sye…why don't they like me..? I'm nice, I think…" The dead bed springs moaned beneath her body. Complaining. Sye was silent, she tried again.

"Friends… I don't have friends, Sye." It sounded more like a question falling into deaf ears.

I want to meet them…

"I told you. I don't…have…friends…" Halting to a whisper caught behind her tongue, she stopped. Sky blues eyes rained with delicate silver tears.

I hate to look into those eyes and see and ounce of pain.

A cold shiver racked her porcelain, China-doll limbs.

"Don't  Sye." The harsh whisper leapt from her small mouth, tripping off her dive-board tongue, splashing away the cold. Ripples carried a chilled air back in gusts.

…I still want to…

"Joke! Hey JOKE! Can't ya' hear me? Oi I seen your fingers move, you can hear me!"

A rough hand grabbed her hair, warmed from lying in the sun. Yanked it up. Painfully. Fast. She stared out at her non-friend, blank features shocking the half-grins from their faces. A tiny group glared back, semi-circling the ground.

"There ya' go, Joke. Now ya' can look at me when I'm trying to tell ya' stuff." This is Gary, two grades higher, two years older. Mean.

"Don't touch me, please. You're not my friend. If you were a friend, you'd help me braid my hair. Share your lunch with me. Talk to me. But…you don't." A short SMACK! And the grip on her hair was gone.

"You ARE a joke," the big boy, now so small, stammered. "No, you're more than that…" He paused. Sky blue eyes stole a glance at the boy's face, interrupted with strays of blonde and brown.

Gary's grin was now a snarl, "You're a FREAK!"

…As a child I'd hide, and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by…

"What does that even mean?! You're too weird sometimes, Sye." A muffled voice, floating upwards. Escaping the constraints of a young girl's pillow of worries and secrets. An expanse of warmth and comfort surrounded her, the bed a stage.

An iciness, paralysing her fingers and toes. No warning.

Young, sweet child. May I remind you? I wish…LONG to meet your friends.

"Stop it!! That's all you ever say!" Face jammed deep into the pillow, her voice became clearer and louder. "I don't fit in. You know that! No one there likes me. The only voice there is the teacher, Ms… Something." Her head came up for air.

Child, you don't even know the teacher's name.

Desk. Pencil. Paper.


"Class, I'd like you all to meet our newest student, Jenny McGreggor." A girl, short brown hair. Dark brown, like copper. Face drawn back, shy.

The blonde-haired girl didn't take notice. Another non-friend. A new voice to fade, a face to forget.

"…next to Joy, alright?"

Footsteps. Coming or going, she didn't care.

The neighbouring chair disappeared, Copper-Hair Jenny sitting on its lap.

"Hello," a musical, pretty sound. A voice she could like. "I'm Jenny… You're Joy?"

A nod.

"I like your name, it's pretty. A happy name, too."

She couldn't help it, but Joy smiled at her.

Pretty, sweet child of mine. I like your new friend.
I can't think of a better name for this old thing....:cry:

SO! This is, again, another short story I had to write for school last year. I really liked it (at the time) and so did my teacher! :dance: It was abit of a draft for one of my trial/half-yearly English exams...though I never ended up using it in the real thing. I made something up on the spot! Those are always better! ;P Thing is though, now I want that story back, and I can't get it...D:

Oh well.
Tell me what you think!! It's about a girl who is friendless, and instead has a mysterious voice thing keeping her company. AND it has some lyrics from Guns N' Roses' song Sweet Child O' Mine :horns:

Story+characters (c) mwa.
Sweet Child O' Mine (c) Guns N' Roses:heart:
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Sleepyvirgo Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
a lovely ending, I enjoyed this a lot!
The voice in her head (or whatever it was) was a little creepy but that just added to the excelence of this peice!
ellstar22 Featured By Owner May 12, 2010
Thank you :)
I'm glad you liked it, and he was meant to give off a creepy vibe.. I'm not to sure how to explain it though.. ^^;
Sleepyvirgo Featured By Owner May 13, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
no problem.
It's ok i understand :giggle:
CollisionsofThought Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2010
I'm gonna be honest,
I totally kept thinking something was going to go horribly wrong, since Sye just creeped me out so much. And then the new came in and I felt happy. That being said, if you wanted to, you could write some re-heally creepy stuff. Some of these sinister images totally gave me chills. (I don't know if that's a compliment or not, I'm still trying to figure it out myself.) But this was a very off-beat theme, I think. You're really good at seeing things with a child's sense of urgency. The way Sye became real. Sye wasn't an imaginary friend, he was Sye. I suggest experimenting with a character's struggle between reality and the imagination, it comes out well in this piece, I think.
ellstar22 Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2010
:hug: Thank you. I think that you getting chills is a good thing, as Sye is meant to be that creepy, giving off a bad vibe sorta-thing. So yeah, that's a compliment for me :)
I've always thought of doing something along those lines, between reality and imagination. I'd love to try it. I just might have to when I've got the time and inspiration.
Pola-444 Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2010
absolutely love how you incorporated sweet child 'o mine into this. That's one of my favorite songs. I wouldn't mind finding out the source of the voice, but it's completely find teh way it is. Love what you got going on here. Well done
ellstar22 Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2010
Yeah? I remember when I was first writing this, that it felt as if the lyrics didn't flow as smoothly as I wanted them too. I guess they do! :D
The source of the voice, Sye, I guess he was just a figment of Joy's imagination, created from the lack of friendship she was craving. And once she'd met Jenny, the voice left.
Thank you very much. :hug:
Pola-444 Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2010
That's good to know! Thanks for telling me that. =]

you're very very welcome. I greatly enjoyed this story
ellstar22 Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2010
^_^ Your welcome. I'm glad you liked it! :hug:
TwistedHarbinger Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2010
Aww! Cute! I'm glad it ended the way it did! Creepy evil voice....Lol. Platypus.
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