She leaned into the wet snow that tangled her eyelashes and pelted her face. Walking was difficult in snow containing a high-moisture content. Her wet Docksiders slapped along the sidewalk. The girl peeked sideways at the yacht-like cars chugging their way home. Homes that were warm and welcoming with dinner waiting on the table.
Meg was making her way home, wishing for the umpteenth time that one of her teammates would have offered her a ride. Yet, day after day, Meg slogged home in the darkness. Meg vowed to herself not to forget how the other girls would avoid eye contact, knowing Meg was too proud to ask them. The phrase “Be kind to others” was part of Meg’s automatic thinking – a lesson she learned at a young age.
As she drew closer to home, the strains of a song skipped through her head. Her mind was never quiet. During these solitary walks, the girl often conducted a stream-of-consciousness conversation with herself. It helped to pass the time. She considered the tune in her head to be her theme song. Its title? Alone Again (Naturally). Her circumstances matched the song’s title but not the events of the song. Meg spent a great deal of time by herself. And that’s why she called herself the Alone Girl.
Stories Are For Eternity 