Mary Clare: A Short Story

I have met people who triumphed in their chosen fields or in some small things. I was given a chance to know all of them, too, especially their weaknesses. Almost the entire of them dialled my phone number and begged for me to come over to their houses. I never refused, really. Because even I conceal myself in the ocean floor or at the heart of the woods, I'm always found by people and they won't ever want to detach themselves from me.
But someone has grabbed my vision. I couldn’t believe she doesn't yearn for my presence. I attempted to reach her every time; especially when she was a child. She screamed my name dozen times a day. But the time came that she loathes me. How I wish she volunteers to approach me instead of I will to her. But she couldn’t. So I guess I would.
Somehow she saw me—four times, to be exact. And I heard her voice four times, too.
Little I do know of Mary Clare. Like I said earlier she detested my company. But I can't take my sight off of her. She's a beautiful and nice girl. But she doesn't see it. All I know is that she’s a member of their school’s chorale. You’re certain that she can sing well. Of course, she can! I was with her when she auditioned during her freshman year in high school. But then again, she doesn’t see it. And it's my job to help her discover it.
I followed Mary Clare as she walked towards the music …show more content…
So I went because Mary Clare’s coming, although she was just opted to. They took the bus to Laguna and then a tricycle to the end of the line of resorts in a place that’s quite like a forest. Wait, it was a forest. They just scrapped large amount of trees so they can build houses and dug for swimming pools and hot springs. While the rest of them were walking on the stoned-floor garden of Rob’s family, I could hear his whispers. Rob was saying my name. But I couldn’t take off my view of Mary Clare. I would help him as I help Mary Clare. I