Broken Pieces

My parents say this happened, my little sister says that happened. My parents says its her fault she says its theirs. They want her at my house but she wants to be elsewhere. The parents say no internet, she will not see why not. The other sisters step in making me feel worthless again. One sister is chill the other is all for order while I'm trying to stay on everyone's side so our family stays together. The order sister says I'm doing things wrong while my heart says keep going. Its time for me to be myself and follow my feeling. When their are so many voices and so many sides all I can do is trust myself. Stay open minded, unbroken, untouched by the many pieces of our broken family. There is a reason for me. There is a reason no one understands me. I am special. I have a mind willing to listen, willing to learn, and willing to understand when no one else will. God gave me my messed up family so I can glue them back together. I am able to accomplish that by finding what others cannot see. I can make a difference. I'm not worthless. This is my mission, to be misunderstood to understand. To be judged while I stare without judgement. I will fight my battles alone so others may smile again. I may slip a few times and hurt sometimes but in the end I will endure. I will put the pieces back to place, I will bring back love and happy memories. I may be alone but that is why I am special. There is no one else like me.

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Fairies and Brownies

Waiting on the mossy couch, the little fairy Addelina sat with bouncing knees. The guardians were on their way.

Flying, Maddilou, who had no clue, sang while flipping in the air watching her sister down below.

Addelina was turning eight. all the fairies knew that that was the age when fairies received their guardian challenge.

Suddenly Poof! Poof!

two guardians appeared floating above Addelina. The head guardian, Hera, conducted greetings while Hera’s guardian sister, Symphony, began waving her arms and grinning.

It was time.

Hera agreed to let Symphony give Addelina the challenge.

Symphony began spinning, flipping and singing until she came to a halt next to Addelina.

The guardian bent over and whispered in the fairy’s ear.

Addelina began smiling. This will be easy she thought.

Unfortunately,

taking care of a little sister was a big mess!

Maddilou did not want to go to school.

Maddilou absolutely would not take a bath,

and

when it was time to go to sleep, Maddilou just would not hold still.

This wasn’t as easy as Addelina thought.

On the second day when Addelina was not watching,

Maddilou ran away into the grassy jungle where the brownies lived. Spying, two icky brownies snatched up Maddilou and begged her to give them magic.

Searching, Addelina ran through the tall grass looking for her little sister. In despair, Addelina fell asleep.

She woke up the next day to her sister singing. Maddilou had made friends with the brownies by giving them some fairy dust so they let her go free.  

Addelina was so relieved to see Maddilou she rushed over and give her a big hug.

For the rest of that week Addelina watched her sister very closely.

She even managed to get Maddilou on the schoolbus, found a way to give her a bath, and she was able to put Maddilou to sleep by singing her lullabies.

At last, the end of the week came.

Once again the two guardians appeared smiling.

Hera asked Addelina how the week went. Addelina bowed her head and began to weep.

“It was not

I made some oops’s and some uh oh's but I found out the more I serve the more my love grows.”

Hera smiled and sang,

“My dear, you have learned and you have grown.

Just remember,

being a guardian is not always easy, but you learn to love and by loving you learn to live.”

Trinkle! Trinkle! Trinkle!

Addelina looked behind her to see brand new guardian wings on her back.

Addelina smiled and thought, being a guardian will be easy.

The End!

Pumba

      "Pumba! My name is Pumba!" The teacher looked down at the little girl, shook her head slowly and began again.
      "No dear, your real name, the one your parents gave you." The girl stuck up her chin and claimed once more,
     "My real name IS Pumba!" In defeat, the teacher threw up her arms.
     "Well Pumba, go find your seat."

         Pumba was not a princess. Heavens no! With tangled hair, colorful dresses with miss matched socks she frolicked to school everyday without a care in the world. The other kids would point and laugh,
     "Your socks weird!" or
     "Why are you always wearing funny dresses?"
All Pumba heard were her friends laughing and singing in the walls of her mind. Smiling Pumba joined her happy friends in the singing.

     Many of the kids only heard Pumba's loud bellowing voice. They could not hear the other friends making beautiful music within Pumba's head. Over joyed with the music, Pumba would begin to skip, spin, jump, through the halls, to the playground onto the grassy field, and onto a stage with spotlights and a giant audience with her friends all applauding her. The other children could not hear the clapping. They did not feel the heat from the stage lights, but Pumba heard it. Pumba felt the light.

     Pumba could be anything she wanted to be, a witch, a movie star, a dancer or singer, or she could be a funny smelling wart hog if she was in the mood. Through mocking fingers and snickering jokes, she could smile and dance and never hear a negative word.

     But, beneath the dancing and the pretending, Pumba went on the greatest adventure to find out who she really wanted to be. Teachers told her she was this and parents told her she was that. Pumba's peers pushed her to act one way, her siblings said another way.

     With all the pushing and the pulling, with all the learning and the growing, between the friends in her mind and the voices all around her, Pumba became very lost. Who was she? Who was Pumba? Was she Pumba?
     "I am an actress. I am a movie star. I am a dancer. I am a singer. I am a princess. I am an adventurer. I am a student. I am a daughter. I am a sister. I am a friend...and sometimes...

I am a funny smelling wart hog when I am in the mood."