Trapped. ((Rachel))

[wendi]

Wendi scribbled down the notes on the board before scrambling out of the classroom. Usually, she liked Transfigurations, but lately she had been annoyed by every class. She felt restless and tired of sitting in a stuffy classroom. She needed some air. Yea, maybe that was all she needed. Classrooms board her. They lulled her to sleep and kept her from concentrating on her work. Wendi loved blaming items for things that only she could control. It was easier that way. She briskly walked away from the classroom. She had already shoved her notes in her purple bag as she left the room. It was Monday afternoon and already Wendi felt trapped. She felt as if she was an animal in a cage. How she hated feeling that way. She tugged at the Hufflepuff tie that was tied around her neck. She liked in to hang loosely around her in the afternoons. Wendi also related clothing with the trapped feeling. Uniforms made her feel enclosed as well as open toed shoes. It was weird, but true. Wendi tugged her hair out of the pony-tail as she stepped foot out of the castle. She much preferred her blonde locks to trail behind her. Yep, a little bit of air was all she needed.

She passed several couple holding hands around the grounds. She had been like that once, but only for a brief amount of time. But, now Wendi didn’t even talk to Carr. She hated the way that he looked at her. He seemed to blame her for Emory’s death even though he claimed that he didn’t. Wendi knew he better than that though. She knew that he blamed her even if he didn’t know it. It didn’t matter. Wendi didn’t need a boyfriend to make her feel complete or anything like that. She only needed Jami and Kaia, her loving cat. Wendi sat down in the grass and pulled her shoes off as she got closer to the water. They were just another thing that trapped her. She held the grey and black shoes in her hands as she pulled herself back up and walked up a medium sized cliff. After reaching the top, she stared down into the murky water. The water was the only thing about the grounds that Wendi didn’t find beautiful. Oh well. Nothing was perfect.

Wendi sat down, dangling her feet off the edge of the cliff. It was steep drop to the water, but nothing that a person couldn’t survive. She looked a bit odd the way that she was, but Wendi didn’t care. This was her favorite spot around the grounds and it was perfect to her. She fidgeted a bit as a gust of wing overcame her. It was just a tad cold, nothing more. A few years back, Wendi would start singing some new song, but not anymore. Wendi would rather look over the lake in peace. She liked the silence for once. She liked not feeling trapped and for once she didn’t. Maybe for once, everything could be perfect. Maybe..

[Rachel Cohen R6]

Today was the one year anniversary of the day she let go. The day she decided he wasn’t worth what she put herself through. That was the first day in over a year she had made sense, to herself and to her friends. The truth was finally out. She had slowly begun to forget how much he had meant to her the summer before all the drama. She slowly let it all go. She was so free when she released those final feelings towards him. So three hundred sixty five days later she was smiling. Today was a day of celebration. She had woken up today with joy, a common feeling for her. Everything was going to go especially great. She was going to celebrate her freeness. This was unfortunately put off due to class most of the day. She was defiantly jittery the whole way through them, glad for once she had an excellent memory and would have to rely on it when she decided to do the homework, for she didn’t take any notes. Her mind wandered a bit too freely today. It skipped from memory to memory. Ones without him of course. Like mentioned before, today was a day of celebration, not one of misery or anything along the lines. She was very happy, even in class. Her smile never fell. But she had some pretty dangerous thoughts. Thoughts that whispered from the back of her mind. Thoughts about why she was celebrating, and how today wasn’t possible without him. She kicked these thoughts to the curb. Party Poopers. Finally class was let out and she was the first out the door. Leaving behind startled people as she pushed past them towards the door. She laughed as she noticed their faces. She smiled with a hint of an apology to everyone she past on the way to the grounds. Finally reaching the door she placed her hands on it, coming to a complete stop. The cool air had reached her at last and she knew she was breathing rather heavily, she shrugged it off and pushed the heavy doors open revealing herself to the world as if to say Hello I am Rachel Cohen, today 365 days ago I dropped that worthless not a very nice person who broke my heart.

As she walked across the lawns she was once more filled with happiness not bothering to even notice the dark, forbidden thoughts that were trying to pop up. She knew she needed company to keep her busy so she wouldn’t think about those things. She looked around the main section of the grounds. Too many couples. They all seemed so happy together. Strangely it didn’t bother her … much. She smiled at the as she passed, getting waves and hellos in return. She was very pleased with this, but kept walking. She made her way to a small cliff she noticed from a distance. It seemed lovely, even if there wasn’t going to be a place where she was going to find someone there to chat with. It was defiantly a place where her mind would run free. Even to the edge of those dangerous, forbidden thoughts. She made her way up there silently. She was wrong when she made it to the top. It was occupied. Well maybe not occupied, but someone was there. The seemed lost in thought. Rachel felt the cloud of heavy thinking; she was surprised to notice it wasn’t her own cloud that normally followed her. It was the other persons. “Well if I’m not interrupting you may I sit down?’ She called loud enough for the person to hear. He voice carried over the wind landing in the person’s ear.

Rachel fidgeted for a minute and began to walk away, but turned back. She hadn’t gotten a reply yet. Why should she leave? It was her day. She should have been happy. She kept repeating this until she was indeed happy.

[wendi]

Wendi looked out on to the lake front her spot. Her legs were still dangling over the edge and she clung to the ground as a sudden gust of wind over took her. She swayed a little, but she wasn’t bothered by it. She liked her spot. She liked being so close to falling. Wendi wouldn’t fall, but she liked the feeling of falling. Some people said falling in love was like falling. Wendi had once thought that she knew that feeling, but it had been a lie. It had to have been. Wendi now didn’t think that she had really loved Carr. If she had, it wouldn’t have been so easy to give up just because of a feeling in her gut. She couldn’t predict the future. Well, not properly at least. If Wendi was meant to be with Carr, she would have kept him when she had the chance. Still, Wendi wondered if falling in love was like falling. She wondered if she would ever really feel this feeling. Maybe, but maybe not. Her future was unknown just like her present. Wendi was that sort of person. She was carefree and unpredictable. She hoped that she would always be that way.

Wendi looked over her shoulder after hearing someone speak to her. She looked at the unfamiliar girl. She wasn’t in Hufflepuff, Wendi knew that much, but the rest was unknown. She eyed the girl. Wendi had a way of summing up people before she knew them. She was usually wrong, but she didn’t tell anyone what she gathered of people from first greetings. No, she kept this to herself. So, was she really wrong in doing so if no one else knew? Wendi looked to the girl. She wasn’t one to make someone go away. No, that wasn’t her place. Besides, this girl couldn’t be horrible. She couldn’t be in Slytherin as she had asked if she could sit down. If she was a Slytherin, she was an incredibly nice one. Wendi watched as the girl started to turn away.

“Why are you leaving so soon?” Wendi asked. “I don’t mind the company. Never have. Jami called me an annoying talker when I was little. He’s right, I know, but I don’t always admit it.” She smiled. “I can keep up my end of the conversation, that’s for sure. I don’t know if that’s the Hufflepuff in me or not. Maybe not, since I am the first Huffle in my family. The rest of them were put in Ravenclaw. Well, except for..” She paused. No, she wouldn’t think about him. Keith wasn’t going to ruin her life. Nope, he wouldn’t make anything worse. She wouldn’t let him. “You look weird.” Wendi said abruptly. She shook her head slightly knowing that her sentence sounded mean. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that, your face looks weird. Wait, that’s wrong too..” She sighed, taking a deep breath of air. “I meant to say that your expression on your face right now looks weird. I can’t really read it. It looks like a mix between happy and sad. I usually can tell what people are feeling from their face, but you’re hard to read.” She paused. “So, are you happy or sad or..umm..smad?” She asked smiling a bit.

((Smad=Sad/mad. ))