Post by Professor O'Conner on Nov 4, 2010 18:14:53 GMT -5
Here she was again. Alone, disliked, boring, and invisible. How did she gone from the bottom rung to the top of the heap and then ended up exactly where she had begun? It didn't seem right nor possible for anyone to make such a complete circle of their life without someone or something feeling the benefit.
Ashelle looked at the spot where the Muggle Medicinal Mark should have been had she not taken care of it. It was odd, why were the times in her life where she was at death's door the same times where she felt truly alive? She was not Harry Potter, for pete's sake!
"Ridiculous," she said to herself, "life is truly ridiculous." How could she have ever thought that Aunt Ashlee liked her enough to make her Grand. No one at school thought she had any value. If they did, they'd ask her - if not for help or directions, then at least to hang out with them.
"The bottom is the same as the top, how very . . . Buddhist." She had suddenly noticed a book on one of the Buddhist teachers that Ashlee had sent her. One of his quotes was something about how freedom is the end and the beginning of the Path, and how really there is no path. Ashlee picked up the book.
"If freedom is the beginning and end of the path, clearly, clearly I'm not on a path, I'm up creek and I fear I have no paddle." She sighed, had she not grown stronger over the years, and had she come upon this conclusion earlier in her life, she surely would've turned her wand on herself right then and there. As it was she sank into the soft cushions of her fluffy Gryffindor armchair, and swore to herself; the next opportunity that walks through that door, no matter what it is, I'm taking it. This life just isn't worth it, the way it is.
Ashelle looked at the spot where the Muggle Medicinal Mark should have been had she not taken care of it. It was odd, why were the times in her life where she was at death's door the same times where she felt truly alive? She was not Harry Potter, for pete's sake!
"Ridiculous," she said to herself, "life is truly ridiculous." How could she have ever thought that Aunt Ashlee liked her enough to make her Grand. No one at school thought she had any value. If they did, they'd ask her - if not for help or directions, then at least to hang out with them.
"The bottom is the same as the top, how very . . . Buddhist." She had suddenly noticed a book on one of the Buddhist teachers that Ashlee had sent her. One of his quotes was something about how freedom is the end and the beginning of the Path, and how really there is no path. Ashlee picked up the book.
"If freedom is the beginning and end of the path, clearly, clearly I'm not on a path, I'm up creek and I fear I have no paddle." She sighed, had she not grown stronger over the years, and had she come upon this conclusion earlier in her life, she surely would've turned her wand on herself right then and there. As it was she sank into the soft cushions of her fluffy Gryffindor armchair, and swore to herself; the next opportunity that walks through that door, no matter what it is, I'm taking it. This life just isn't worth it, the way it is.