The Life that Could Have Been

     In a parallel universe on the other side of the world, in one tiny speck, a dot you won’t find on a map, there is a town. A tiny town cloaked in winter. Where it’s very cold. ___ to be exact. In the tiny town there are tiny, insignificant people, who might someday cure cancer or rule the world. These tiny people get up at 6:30 am, some earlier, some later, to go to a tiny school.  Somewhere in a parallel universe, there is an English 10 H adv class with an empty chair, waiting for a girl with her life that could have been.
     But, the girl is not siting in the tiny school, on her designated government order chair. She’s not in the front row knitting and listening to some teacher give a lecture about some book that only she read. The girl is in a parallel universe, on the other side of the world, laying in a tree.
Yes a tree. A pine tree to be exact. She is wrapped in a green blanket, letting the summer sun kiss her face and the morning breeze cool her sunburned back. She’s living a life that could have not been. Easily. Oh, so so so facilmente could have not been. And at this moment the tiny girl would rather be in the tiny pine tree than any where else in the world. Even Paris.

So the tiny girl gives you advice.

Don’t give up.
It’s worth it.
Oh, it’s so worth it.
Every tear.