#too steep

[yamimichi]

Absolutely positively unacceptable! I don't know anything about electric wheelchairs but there is no way a manual wheelchair can go down that safely. And forget trying to get someone to push you back up that hill.

[alllithinkaboutis-karma]

Hello wait. The fearless tv cosmetic bag is thirty five dollars? Ahem... ʇɐɥM.

That just isn’t right.

[furiousfighters]

Too Steep

"Too steep is a series of post, of Millie, a person (not just a girl) with endless fantasies and imagination and how life peeks through every one of them".

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When Millie was in 6th grade, she use to fantasize that, the walls of pale discolored classroom with odd blue border will turn transparent as she would snap her head to different direction and the mathematical equations the teacher was scrawling on the board of another class for test would be as visible as light.

That didn't happen.

Nor did the mere imagination of the green board which was now faded with chalk dust, to turn into a sudden hi-tech screen with ‘Secret Mission’ people on the other side of display would be calling for her to save the world; She would be getting her special backpack and secret suit ready while rest of the class (including the teacher) would gawk as her shoes shoot fire and she would be off to ‘Saving the World’.

That didn't happen.

The point is… Millie wanted to save the world or do something so cool no one had thought of; Like ‘Six Sticks’; her first ever odd creation with words. Her classmates laughed when she narrated the plot to a closed group; there is no superhero or superpowers in real. They had it all together between sanity and insanity (or abstract thinking as Millie would like to call it) in only 6th grade!

Hell even Millie knew that, She just… wasn't ready to admit it yet.

The heroic characters around Millie had solution to everything, which she longed to be like. They had an escape, which this twisted realistic place didn't let her to have.

They trapped her with their petty threats and wouldn't let set free of this pathetic fear of ‘what if something goes wrong’; like this one time Millie flunked in maths badly, you know how 6th grade maths could be, and the teacher who reeked of bad body odour threatened to tell her dad, That insolent man!

But after endless marathons of smarty pants stuffs, Millie was smart. So she told her dad first!

Take that now, insolent man!

Just as her bubble of being smart was budding up, insolent man expressed his unharmed thought of discussing the horrible grade to her classmates.

A specific unheard thing twisted inside, which was probably the very first portion of transformation to something obscure and undefined that our 6th grader was not set for.

All she wanted to be the one who, ‘Bunk class to save the world’. Unaware of the evils she has to face to be the ‘Bunking Superhero’.

That was the first day Life Happened to Millie, the 6th grader.

And after a long span of time, now it was all a distant memory, a form of nostaligia that shakes the inside of her psyche every now and then, leaving a stretch of smile or a frown sometimes. Somewhat somewhere, Millie realised, as much as memories cherish you leaves your dark day with a ray of sunshine. Those sunshine is followed by a sunset called reality, which no living being in this very universe has ever escaped.

[procrastization]

I fell down the stairs again this morning, and now my toe is blue...  goddamn

[areyoutheregoditsmejessica]