Marbles

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short story about a boy and his bag of marbles.

Submitted: December 05, 2015

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The marbles were all accounted for, one hundred to be exact. The strong bag he carried them in was well crafted. The boy counted them every day to insure that all were there. Mornings came and went as days turned to weeks and weeks to months and months to years. The bag was getting worn but the boy had stopped counting them because of the bullies. The bullies saw his bag of marbles and they would try to take them from him. He couldn’t leave them at home he had no choice but to take them with him.

The rip in the bag went unnoticed as one after the other, marbles slipped out. Not many at first but one at a time. By the time the boy noticed the rip it was too late. The boy went to see someone about the rip and to see if they could help him find some of his marbles. The long process started to repairing the rip. The rip started with his nervous breakdown and continued.

The rip got bigger as Bipolar and Personality Disorder came into the picture. The Anxiety disorder that he had been dealing with didn’t help. Sever Chronic Depression had been eating away at the bag but the boy didn’t know for how long.

The boy became afraid, and scared to go outside at first. Still old things that were easy before are a struggle. The boy sees people all the time trying to fix the rip in the bag. Some of the marbles are left but the boy is afraid to count them. He doesn’t want to know how many he’s lost or how many he has left


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