The Route
The Route By: Marsha K. Rodriguez She was the smallest girl in school. The world seemed to tower over her. She buried her face in the comfort of a book. She pretended she was the protagonist: tall, strong and brave. She didn't make friends. She didn't make enemies. Only those who sneered at her. Preying upon her insecurities as if she were a bag awaiting the impact of a punch. She could relate to no one. Their words too bland; their actions too automatic. She neither envied nor pitied them. She lived in the smallest town. Words of others traveled quickly along the wind to hungry ears and repeating lips. She possessed an automated existence. An existence that road along the rails to the same destination as all the others. She could not allow herself to follow the others; to live only for the moment of death. She had to find