My Three Worlds

I had three worlds;
I lived in them all.

The first world was filled with numbers and letters - meaningless letters. Cell diagrams, gum stuck under desks, swear words shouted down corridors, pointless drama, girlfriends and boyfriends making up and breaking up all over the place, tears and words and yelling, missing the bus, sport in blue shirts, new people, millions of classes. There were friends, there were. But those friends were nothing like the ones from world number two.

Number two was the world of gelato and libraries, laughing and walking, house to house. Purple hair, freedom, sunshine and shelter. Shops and books, food and candy. Friends, happiness, conversing, Converse. Jokes, brilliance, wonder. And when I got home, I would retreat to world number ... three.

Number three was filled with ... everything. I flew with The Flock, I cried for Rue. I read with Mo and Meggie, I studied at Hogwarts. I cried with Gemma, danced my way through the Bellezza. Yann and I explored the Catacombs, I stole for The Thief Lord, I lived in the pink house with the Boatwright sisters, painted myself black and ran with Rudy, fell down the rabbit hole again and again, I lived on Montmaray, I fell in love with Sam Roth ... everything in this world was fantastic.


But now, there are problems with the worlds. An explosion, a bang, caused One and Two to combine, mix together, ruin everything. They both turned on their heads, confusion spread like spilt water, soaking up everything in its path.
So now, what is there left to do but hide inside my third world? It was, I had to admit, a tiny bit neglected. And so I'm making it new again. Painting the walls in the houses, refurbishing, renewing and loving.