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(A few comments before I start. For one, I'm new and this is my first story to post here. Two, Although this seems more like a poem, my father reassured me it would fit into the Shorts category. Three, yes, I actually listen to my father. Four, please enjoy. I'm giving you permission now to comment, post, critique, etc. No flames, but do tell me what's wrong with it. Thanks.)

(Ha! It was a poem, Dad!)

Okay, I was on an airplane and there was a boy, or rather the back of his head. I never saw his face, so that caused the "He doesn't look back" line.

This about a cutter. Everyday she takes the train to school, and she notices a boy. He's there everyday, but the never looks at her. She thinks she's in love with him, but she doesn't know him. She imagines talking to him and how she could make him look at her.

When she says "

That's her cutting herself. She feels that she needs a reason for cutting herself, so she blames the boy on the train for not turning around. She thinks it's his fault she's doing this to herself.

She gets picked on, and even raped at the part,

She starts getting even more depressed and she starts dressing in black, getting even more beat up. At one point, she is so hurt that her black clothes get stained red. ("Slammed and pushed. Black to red. Don't hurt me.")

At the end, she realizes that she can change. she doesn't have to be "Black". Maybe she is thankful to the boy for giving her the courage to become "White", but she never caught his eye.

(crappy explanation, but I have to go. byes.)

Thank you! ^^

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I like it. thats my simple answert razz