On May 20, 2009, a child was born, and her name was Lola. Born inside of a Christian family, Lola follows the religion Christianity. Although born in a religious family, following of the bible and God, she has never thought anyone to be lower if they follow a different religion—or no religion at all. She likes to draw, a lot, and her best friends consist of three simple people: Helaina, Radmir, and Elyana (who is in her core class). Even though Lola has her best friends, she focuses on school most—at least she tries, for Lola cares about her family too, yes? She’s a little slower than her classmates—she’s very much slower than her classmates. Yet Lola works very hard to keep up, though her stress and anxiety can get in the way, its important to know she needs breaks sometimes, and gets very embarrassed when she is stressed, hence the silence. But it is good to know even through the stress, she tries, and even if not appreciated, at least she did.
Lola loves reading, and as she cuddles and pets her dog, in her dimly lit bedroom consisting of 2 lamps and a broken ceiling light that (somehow) even when repaired still doesn’t work, she smiles. And she smiles that bright eyed smile, the type that makes it seem like sunlight seeps through the cracks of your curtains, even when its not there, even on a rainy day where no said sun is visible. She smiles, she smiles that type of smile that makes you smile, because it looks funny, and that makes you smile more because now you’re laughing. She smiles a smile that crinkles her eyes and downturns her lips even though the happiness is visible. She smiles, because she has looked at her dog and felt happy, that very dog that takes up her entire one-person bed that is higher than her waist and every night she barely gets a drop of sleep due to not moving her dog, for she feels happy when (even though she has school tomorrow) her dog gets to sleep. Lola is happy because her dog is happy, she is simply feeling nice, simply feeling good. And she will get up, and she will throw herself onto her fluffy puppy, who wears brown fur with curls as tight as the locks on Lola’s head, and she will smile, and laugh. She will smile a smile that serves purpose more than a simple grin, she will fluff the fur on her dogs’ head, and kiss her forehead, for she smiles a smile of content and appreciation.
Lola sits, typing on her computer as she thinks of words to include, and she feels fine, completely fine. And she feels bored, completely bored. And then Ms. Bayes walks into the lobby and talks about… random things, and for some reason, she also has plums in her bag. Lola listens in, and waves goodbye, it’s a little funny, because why does she have plums in her purse? But as Lola writes this sheet, she yawns because she simply sits on the word ‘because’…because she can’t think. Lola looks up, in front of her and thinks that maybe, even though her password was changed, can she simply have enough time to upload this? Maybe she will, and certainly with six sentences already she picks up her phone to text her dad, whom is currently in LA, “I love you”. Lola doesn’t mind, having time to herself, but she certainly misses her dad when she scrolls up the text to see a picture of her father, carrying her giraffe which he bought for her the day she was born, Lola doesn’t mind, because its her dad, she loves her dad, and she sighs as she thinks to close the last sentence, then makes her decision.