{"id":22801,"date":"2022-05-22T07:48:21","date_gmt":"2022-05-22T11:48:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gigisplayhouse.org\/westchester\/?p=22801"},"modified":"2022-05-20T05:56:47","modified_gmt":"2022-05-20T09:56:47","slug":"spring-literacy-project-series-rejected-love-short-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gigisplayhouse.org\/westchester\/spring-literacy-project-series-rejected-love-short-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Spring Literacy Project Series – Rejected Love Short Story"},"content":{"rendered":"

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.<\/p>\n

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Molly and Samantha at the 2021 Gala.<\/p><\/div>\n

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,\u00a0 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.<\/p>\n

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Molly’s amazing Irish Soda Bread.<\/p><\/div>\n

Literacy 1-1 Tutoring<\/h4>\n

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!<\/p>\n

Rejected Love by Molly<\/h2>\n

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

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My crush invited me to his shivoo<\/strong>. He made a playlist of Zydeco<\/strong> music. And his friends said, \u201cDude, you have a weird taste in music.\u201d 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.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When I woke up, I told him I felt bilious<\/strong>. His friend walked into his room to show off his new bulbul<\/strong>. My crush was very nonplussed<\/strong>. He wasn\u2019t expecting a bird to be at his party. Then, out of nowhere, I farted. You should\u2019ve seen the look on my crush\u2019s face. He said, \u201cGet out of my room. And take that noisome<\/strong> fart with you.\u201d LOL.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I went to a funeral because my grandma had died, and I didn\u2019t want to be there. When I was about to give my elegy<\/strong> at the funeral, I fell to my knees, sobbing. My crush ran over to me and said, \u201cIt\u2019s okay, I\u2019m right here.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat she meant to say was that she loved her grandma so much.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My crush had to carry me out of the church. I felt my face falter<\/strong> when my crush put my head against his chest. I felt moribund<\/strong>.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The funeral business is very lucrative<\/strong> and impartial<\/strong>. No one cowered<\/strong> at the funeral. My crush took me to the Cheesecake Factory to cheer me up and thought it was beneficial<\/strong>.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My crush took me to Italy for my thirty-second birthday. We couldn\u2019t stop embarrassing each other on the plane. After we checked in to our hotel, we had to visit the famous campanile<\/strong>. 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<\/strong> of bravery. The gist<\/strong> of going to Italy was to have a fun time with my crush.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I went to my high school reunion, and I bumped into my crush. A girl yelled at me and said, \u201cWhy are you hitting on my boyfriend?\u201d Victoria and I got into a really big fight. You should\u2019ve 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<\/strong>. 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<\/strong> when he talked about his girlfriend. Even though I was still emotional, I was lucid<\/strong> when he told me he was happy.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A chinook<\/strong> landed on the roof of the school, and that\u2019s when Victoria yelled, \u201cI swear to God, if you get on with her, I\u2019m going to be really mad.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My face started to look rubicund<\/strong> from blushing too much. My crush and I made a run for it.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When I got home, I took a nice refreshing ablution<\/strong>. My crush was at my door crying and told me his girlfriend had broken up with him. So, I showed him something kitschy<\/strong>, and he kind of laughed.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I told him, \u201cWhy should I be there for you? You weren\u2019t there for me when I needed you the most.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My crush told me, \u201cYou have every right to be mad at me, and I get it; you\u2019re hurting. All I am is an archetypal<\/strong>, self-centered, selfish, jerky wrestler that messed up big time. It wasn\u2019t my intention to hurt you. Hit me, push, or slap me for all I care. We all know I deserve it.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I said, \u201cLeave me alone!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m not leaving until you smile and laugh. I shouldn\u2019t have made nasty innuendoes<\/strong>. That was wrong of me. The notion of my friendless was a fallacy<\/strong>.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I said, \u201cMy heart physically hurts right now because of your hypocrisy<\/strong>. I can\u2019t sleep at night. I think of you twenty-four-seven.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 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.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The next day, we started to hang out, and I was holding a whipped cream pie.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I said, \u201cLook up. Look down. Look all around. Your pants are falling down.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Then I threw the pie into this face. My crush started chasing me around the table, and I said, \u201cMiss me, miss me, now you gotta kiss me.\u201d My crush gave me one big sloppy kiss on each cheek.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The day after, we took a yoga class together. Whenever he talked too loud, the Guru<\/strong> shushed him.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ten years later, we got married. An acolyte<\/strong> helped out the priest at the wedding. We also had two daughters. My husband was an eclectic<\/strong>. One night one of the girls asked me, \u201cWhat\u2019s an analogy<\/strong>?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

I responded, \u201cGo ask your father.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

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Molly and Dani together at the 2021 GFAC Event<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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