Day: 25. March 2010

Maya and I walked around Karla’s house, watching  each Hypno-Station. I wished I knew all of this stuff, but Mom didn’t let me go to the Kid’s Hypnosis camp. She thought I was going to make them stop chores, or make my teacher stop my homework, or make the bullies wedgie themselves. I knew more than that. You can only hypnotize people to do things they want to do. A hypnotist couldn’t hypnotize a teacher to stop giving homework. A hypnotist could, however, hypnotize someone to stop smoking, or something like that. You see, when you hypnotize someone, you are simply speaking in to their inner mind.  I had spent years going on the internet, looking for the answer. Well, last year, I found it. There was a Kid’s Hypnosis camp right here in Michigan. It was sorta far from our house. It was in Detroit. Well, I didn’t go, but my friend Maya had. She signed up for Karla’s Hypnosis Party. Any kid who had a Kid Hypnotist certificate (handed out at the camp, of course) was assinged a Hypno-Station. Kids could go around and be hypnotized by other kids. It was so weird. Most parties are pretty loud, but it was almost silent here. I had part anger, part sadness, part left-out-edness, all wrapped up inside of me, so I stopped at Maya’s Hypno-Station. It was so weird, Maya is usually bursting with energy, leaping around, and stuff like that. She was speaking calmly, so very calmly…

I saw her walk down the aisle sweetly. I loved her, but I did not love the man next to her. She was about to say “I do” to the man I recognized vaguely, when another man rushed up to the podium and tackled the man. I saw all of this so primitively, it was strange. I watched as the men wrestled around on the grass next to the minister. Gasps erupted throughout the lawn. The doves, that were all caged up, burst free. And somehow, in all of the commotion, a man I did not know picked me up and rushed to a van. I knew that I would never see the woman that I loved again. Or would I…

(Do you love or what? Should I continue this?)