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The summer she went clumsy [Jun. 24th, 2009|05:38 pm]
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That was the summer everything went wrong. The year she became clumsy, tripping over her own feet, like the cliche teenage boy who is said to be "tall and gangly, and doesn't know where his joints are". She knew where her joints were, she knew how to use her body, at least she thought she did. She had known how to use it for a while.

It was the summer she was clumsy, the falls didn't hurt and people didn't laugh too much, but she cut a ridiculous figure, from standing to sprawling. Her knees didn't buckle, she literally just tripped over her own feet, as one somehow seemed to get in the way of the other.

The weather was gorgeous, and she cut an acceptable figure on campus, her clothing having regressed to high school style, almost fashionable, but her feet had suddenly no longer wanted to obey Pauli's principle. They wanted to be in the same place at the same, reality interfered, and she tripped.

She was emotionally unstable, like a spinning top that was slightly unbalanced. You twirled it with your fingers on the table and the third time it skids off, beneath the table you don't bother finding it. Sometimes she had control over who span, sometimes someone just dropped by the kitchen, picked her up and off she span. She wondered if the falls where an expression of how she was offbalance inside, a physical expression of an emotional problem.

She didn't know what she wanted, where she was going, and in the mean time she kept tripping.

[User Picture]From: zombiedisco101
2009-06-24 05:01 pm (UTC)
So we showed the story to Dr. Wergeldopperganger.

- US: (excited) So, doc, waddya think?
- DR: (scratches head, reading) Vell, dare could be several tings revealed here.
- US: Yeah? I'm thinkin' the same thing. Like, maybe the girl should be going everywhere barefoot and naked. And putting pictures of it on the web. You thinkin' that, too?
- DR: Nah. (looks up) You stopped taking doze anti-hormone pills?
- US: (looks at floor) Yeah. They were, you know ...
- DR: Interfering wit your tingy fun?
- US: Yeah, I guess. (looks up) But, waddya think about the story girl?
- DR: (looks back at story) Yeah, vell, could be: 1) She needs new shoes; 2) She's too busy tinkin' of other stuff; dis happens to smart girls more often than you'd tink; 3) Or, could be just a good sign.
- US: Oh yeah? Waddya mean, doc, a good sign?
- DR: Vell, could be just a sign dat da girl's back on her feet again.
- US: Oh, yeah. I get it. Sure. Thanks, doc.
- DR: Sure ting, Bobby. (hands story back, smiling) How many times vas it, dat your parents dropped you on your head?
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