She walks awkwardly over and puts an arm around my shoulders . . .

Friends - one teenage girl comforts another

“Listen. When I lost my dad, I wanted to curl up in a hole somewhere. I wanted to sit in bed all day with the covers over my head and the lights out. I didn’t want to go to school, or hang out, or even have to talk to anybody. When you get a hole like that ripped in your life, the last thing you want to do is stuff it with all that other junk.”



Topic: “Lost”


I stare at myself in the mirror . . .


The memories burst inside me of recitals and competitions, spinning and flying through the air as my partners lift me or I leap impossibly high. I throw my arms around myself and laugh out loud. “Oh my God!” I say. “I can dance!”


Topic: “Lift”