“Can I see your Ipod?” “Can I borrow your Ipod?” “Can I hold your Ipod?” These words repeated in her mind. Ashlyn never lived in a big house or drove in a nice car. She simply worked hard to earn money, to buy an Ipod Nano. It grew to be her best friend. It took her mind off occurring problems; it understood her and comforted her by playing the right songs. She could choose to talk to it or it could talk to her, by playing music. Today was a very rough day. She was stressed out because of problems at home, and her friends were bickering. Ashlyn sat quietly on a small yellow bus. Other kids, her age, all around. They kept asking if they could listen to her Ipod. Ashlyn whimpered lowly and looked down at the un-lit screen. It was playing a slow, yet dramatic, song that seemed to fit her mood. Although the music was as loud as it could possibly go, she could still hear shouting and laughter. “Ash,” She heard someone call out from behind her. Ashlyn turned and looked around, wondering who was calling her name. Her eyes met another girl. The two were only acquaintances, but Ashlyn knew there was something different about her. The girls name was Nickole. It seemed to fit her looks and personality. Nickole was a small girl with long brown hair. Her bright green eyes shone, revealing all that she had gone through in her thirteen years. Her teeth were as white as snow. “Hey Ash,” Nickole called out once again, making sure that she had gotten Ashlyn’s attention. “Can I borrow your Ipod please?” Ashlyn looked down at her turquoise Ipod then back at Nickole. “Sure,” Ashlyn shouted over the loud voices. “But only if I can sit with you!” A giggle escaped Ashlyn’s lips as Nickole nodded. Ashlyn knew it was time to let go of her Ipod, and to gain a real friend; someone that could respond when you asked them a question, and someone that could feel emotions that she had felt before…a human with a soul, and not some in-animate object that never truly lived or died.
© LNB 2006-2007
 Sweet Faux Pas · Sun Aug 05, 2007 @ 04:42pm · 0 Comments |
