The Rocks

An unoriginal, rambling story by Miss Savanna Jones.
Idea stolen from one Ariel Van Dyke.
{Though her stories are way superior to mine}

There was a girl.
She liked to wear her hair long, and flowy, down her back.
She wore pretty blue dresses with matching blue bags.
She was young and carefree.

But then she started to grow up.
As she went along she picked up little rocks and tucked them away in her bag.
As the years rolled by the bag got heavier and heavier.
And the rocks, bigger and bigger.
Until one day she collapsed.
She couldn't move for the weight of the bag was too much to handle.

She started to fall.

She fell and fell with her bag of rocks pulling her down.
She knew she needed to let go, but she didn't know how.
No matter how hard she tried the bag wouldn't slip from her fingers.
As she struggled more and more, rocks kept piling into the the bag.
She wasnt the one putting them in anymore. They seemed to be putting themselves in. She was so overwhelmed she left like she was drowning.

Then came a girl with fierce determination in her beautiful blue eyes. She looked the helpless girl right in the eyes and said, "drop it."
Those were two simple words, but the girl with the bag couldn't comprhend them. She just stared at this peculiar girl.
The new girl sighed and one by one she took the rocks and threw them down.
The girl with the blue dress felt free, for the first time in years.
This gorgeous girl was her savior.

just breathe.