by Urvi Talaty, Age 17, India
Artwork by Lucy Zhang
This piece was written for the March fiction prompt: green. We like how Urvi uses the prompt “green” figuratively as “to be green with envy.”
Kyle is Perfect
Kyle is perfect. He has everything––the looks, the money, the friends, the scholarship. I have nothing. I watch him everyday, as he moves around the school, in his perfect, unpoppable bubble. I am jealous. Some of the days are fine, I get by, but the other days, all I can do is wait out the waves of jealousy crashing over me, as I keep from crying out in rage and frustration.
Today is one of the better days. I look at him talking to Jen, at the popular crowd’s table, while I stand in the lunch line. He laughs, then gets up, walks towards me. He crashes into me. I curse. He apologizes. He walks away. I follow him. I can’t help it. I have never been this jealous of anyone before.
He walks into an empty hallway. I hide in a corner and watch. He’s on the phone. I can’t make out the words at first. But then his voice rises. He’s shouting, “I don’t care! Why do you have to get a divorce? Why can’t you sort out your problems like sane people?”
He flips the phone off. He punches the wall. He cries. This comes as a shock to me. His life isn’t as perfect as I thought. I thank God, that even though I am not very rich or smart or good-looking, I at least have the love of both my parents, together. I realize that I have no reason to be jealous. I, Jamie, am perfect, the way I am.
Urvi writes, “I am the kind of writer who writes from her heart, but edits with her mind.“