Spring Literacy Project Series – Rejected Love Short Story

As our Spring 2022 session comes to a close, we are delighted to share some amazing Level 3 projects from our participants. In the first of a series, we would like to introduce you to Molly.

Molly and Samantha at the 2021 Gala.

Molly is 20 years old and is a regular participant at GiGi’s Playhouse Westchester. She attends or has attended many of our group programs, such as Teen Tastic, Fantastic Friends, GiGiFIT, Yoga, Book Club,  GiGi’s Kitchen, and Friends, Fun, and Fitness. While attending these programs both virtually and in-person she has made many meaningful relationships with her peers. In addition, she has participated in our 1-1 tutoring programs, where she has made amazing progress.

Molly’s amazing Irish Soda Bread.

Literacy 1-1 Tutoring

For the past two sessions, Molly has been learning words from the NY Times Spelling Bee with Dani, her tutor, as part of her level 3 literacy project. Together, they have explored spelling the words, they have learned the definitions, and most importantly used them in sentences. During this session, Molly has written a short story where she has managed to incorporate most of the words learned. It is an amazing short story and we are excited to share it with you all!

Rejected Love by Molly

When I heard my crush had a girlfriend, I felt very despondent. When my crush tried to hug me, I analyzed my feelings and yelled at him. When he came close to me, I could feel my heartbeat escalate. We boycotted each other for five years. When I tried to talk to him, I ended up calling him solipsistic. He told me he knew what he did was egregious. I felt like he was denigrating me because I have a disability. But then he told me it would mean a lot if we had a camaraderie.

           My crush invited me to his shivoo. He made a playlist of Zydeco music. And his friends said, “Dude, you have a weird taste in music.” I was dancing on his counter with a red Solo cup in my hand. When he tried to get me down from the counter, I passed out in his arms.

           When I woke up, I told him I felt bilious. His friend walked into his room to show off his new bulbul. My crush was very nonplussed. He wasn’t expecting a bird to be at his party. Then, out of nowhere, I farted. You should’ve seen the look on my crush’s face. He said, “Get out of my room. And take that noisome fart with you.” LOL.

           I went to a funeral because my grandma had died, and I didn’t want to be there. When I was about to give my elegy at the funeral, I fell to my knees, sobbing. My crush ran over to me and said, “It’s okay, I’m right here.”

           “What she meant to say was that she loved her grandma so much.”

           My crush had to carry me out of the church. I felt my face falter when my crush put my head against his chest. I felt moribund.

           The funeral business is very lucrative and impartial. No one cowered at the funeral. My crush took me to the Cheesecake Factory to cheer me up and thought it was beneficial.

           My crush took me to Italy for my thirty-second birthday. We couldn’t stop embarrassing each other on the plane. After we checked in to our hotel, we had to visit the famous campanile. My crush wanted us to climb onto it. So, we did. When I looked down, I had a panic attack. My crush had to tickle my back to keep me from crying while I was cowering. At that moment, I felt a dearth of bravery. The gist of going to Italy was to have a fun time with my crush.

           I went to my high school reunion, and I bumped into my crush. A girl yelled at me and said, “Why are you hitting on my boyfriend?” Victoria and I got into a really big fight. You should’ve seen how angry she was. My crush had to step in and yelled Victoria for attacking me. My crush asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. And I said, yes. We were fascinated by a beautiful red and yellow medlar. My crush asked me for a slow dance. (It was very, very slow). So, I took his hand while he brought me close into his arms. I felt pretty implacable when he talked about his girlfriend. Even though I was still emotional, I was lucid when he told me he was happy.

           A chinook landed on the roof of the school, and that’s when Victoria yelled, “I swear to God, if you get on with her, I’m going to be really mad.”

           My face started to look rubicund from blushing too much. My crush and I made a run for it.

           When I got home, I took a nice refreshing ablution. My crush was at my door crying and told me his girlfriend had broken up with him. So, I showed him something kitschy, and he kind of laughed.

           I told him, “Why should I be there for you? You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.”

           My crush told me, “You have every right to be mad at me, and I get it; you’re hurting. All I am is an archetypal, self-centered, selfish, jerky wrestler that messed up big time. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you. Hit me, push, or slap me for all I care. We all know I deserve it.”

           I said, “Leave me alone!”

           “I’m not leaving until you smile and laugh. I shouldn’t have made nasty innuendoes. That was wrong of me. The notion of my friendless was a fallacy.”

           I said, “My heart physically hurts right now because of your hypocrisy. I can’t sleep at night. I think of you twenty-four-seven.”

           I found myself sobbing in bed, eating ice cream. He tried to take the ice cream away from me and pulled me in close and started to rub my head until I was asleep. My crush stopped rubbing my head and tucked me into bed.

           The next day, we started to hang out, and I was holding a whipped cream pie.

           I said, “Look up. Look down. Look all around. Your pants are falling down.”

           Then I threw the pie into this face. My crush started chasing me around the table, and I said, “Miss me, miss me, now you gotta kiss me.” My crush gave me one big sloppy kiss on each cheek.

           The day after, we took a yoga class together. Whenever he talked too loud, the Guru shushed him.

           Ten years later, we got married. An acolyte helped out the priest at the wedding. We also had two daughters. My husband was an eclectic. One night one of the girls asked me, “What’s an analogy?”

I responded, “Go ask your father.”

 

Molly and Dani together at the 2021 GFAC Event

2 Comments

  1. pdkcrossings1 on June 2, 2022 at 10:24 am

    This story is outrageously fantastic! Keep up the great work Molly!

  2. pdkcrossings1 on June 2, 2022 at 10:26 am

    This story is fantastic. Keep up the great work Molly!

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