His Name is Germany
Stories which can take you places you never imagined going, are stories worth listening to…
When Stacy was a little girl, she imagined her life being different. Something inside of her knew she would grow up to turn heads, raise question; all in positive ways of course. She had dreams not normal for the average young girl. But Stacy was bright and well beyond her age so she, nor her mother, Amber thought nothing of it.
Although stacy was so hyper and always claimed she wanted so much, she was quiet and very timid. However she wanted her life to be LIVE. No one but no one could tell her otherwise. She was going to be a star, lighting up the night skies! She wished for a lot, hoped for everything and had faith she would get it. When ever some one would ask,
“What do you want to do when you get older Stacy?”
She would reply, “Oh, a little bit of this, and a little bit of that.” Never nothing exact. Stacy had this thing for keeping people out of her way and out of her business. She believed that some people where just crule, and didn’t want to see any one succeed. so she figured, if they didn’t know her dreams they could not shoot them down. She had no friends because she believed friends would only hold her back. Plus the kids always had this strange interaction with her. Whenever a new person would attempt to befriend her, they would go away saying she’s weird by the end of the day. Stacy talked to no one.
Oh but there was this one person she told everything to. It was as if he was her own personal journal, and each day she had yet another page to create. She would come home from school, or whatever activity she was involved in that day and tell this person every exciting thing that she came across, every sad thing that she slipped by and everything that made her furious!
His name was Germany; Unique name don’t you think? Well, Stacy met Germany when she was all but 6 years old, right in her room. Out of no where he just stood there, bright as can be. Stacy, fairly bright for a six year old figured God had sent him to her, because the sun seemed to shine right through him and call it strange, but when stacy looked at him, she could see herself as well. A reflection.
“Are you real?” Stacy questioned
“Are you fake?”
“No, clearly I’m real. But you? I look at you and its weird you’re even talking back to me being that your inside of; no its impossible.”
“Nothing is impossible Stacy. My mommy taught me that. As long as you believe I’m real; which I am, thats all that matters.”
“well how’d you get in? Does my mommy know you’re here?”
“No, you’re asking too many questions now. Just relax Stacy. You need a friend don’t you?”
“No”
“Well, good. I’m not here to be your friend. I’m here to be your brother. You can trust me, because we’re blood. Trust me when i say we think the same, feel the same, act the same and bleed the same. Its as if God made us together and just pulled us apart before we met.”
“really.”
“Everyone has a person in the world that is their other half. One that they are not to meet unless they really need them and or feel completely incomplete. Like you. Young, very young, bright, so smart, yet strange, really really strange. So I asked My mom can I come by and talk to you. Tah-dah!”
“Aha, okay, well my mom would freak if she seen you in here so, shh okay”
“okay.”
Stacy and Germany sat and talked for hours, days, months and years. They grew older together and for years Stacy’s mother wondered who she was laughing with in the middle of the night.
“Stacy?” her mother would knock at the door.
“Quick, go hide!” She whispered to Germany as she pulled the covers over her head and played sleep.
for years Stacy and Germany stayed confined in the safety of her bedroom walls. However, there came a time when they turned 15, Germany would go outside with Stacy, even to school with her sometimes. These days were really strange because classmates would stare, laugh and point as if something was extremely funny.
“Its okay Germany, their just all weirdos!”
“Oh I’m not worried about their childish acts!”
“Good, ‘Cause neither am I” she stated and flipped her freshly pressed hair to the opposite shoulder. Which was weird itself due to the fact that Stacy wore a black and blue snap back cap.
“Stacy please take your hat of in the hall.” proclaimed the school principal.
“Me? Oh you mean- ohokay!” She looks at Germany and says, “Germ, you have to take your hat off”
“Ugh, Okay.”
“Sorry, he’s not from here. Just visiting.”
“Are you okay Stacy?”
“I’m Fine Mr. Parks.”
That night when Stacy and Germany returned home her mother and aunt Kris were startled and confused at Stacys appearance.
“Oh, Stace. are you trying a new look or something?”
“What?”
“New look? When’d you even get those clothes?
“Mom, what are you talking about. you got me this at H&M”
“Um, oh. Must of forgot.”
Stacy proceeded to her room and over heard her aunt.
“Don’t worry Amber, Most girls go through a tom boy phase at some point in their lives.”
‘WTF is everyone talking about’ Stacy thought.
(To be continued)