Nabokov… or something Maggie Furnas

By Maggie

I see a movie that I have seen before. This is one of my favorite movies. I see the way she hates the world. I see the way he loves that girl. I see the way he makes a bet. I see the way the jerk lets him play her. I see the way she protects her sister. I see the way her sister gets angry and wants to experience things for herself. I love this movie I really do. I see the way he falls for her. I see the way he hurts her. I see the way she finds out that he had lied to her. I see the way he tries to make it up to her. I see the way she doesn’t really care about him or what he has to say. She is smart; she doesn’t want to get hurt. Like her mother hurt her father. I see the way she hurts him. She hurts him in the voice of a poem. I see the way she hates everything about him, combat boots, the way he drives her car, the way he lies to her, the way he makes her laugh, the way he smiles and all. I see how this is really just a lie though because she doesn’t really hate him at all, she just wanted him to call. I see the way he tries to make it up to her one last time and gets her the one thing she wanted a lot. A fender strat. I see the way she smiles and he kisses her. I hear the happy song start. I feel happy, I’m glad it ended happy. Even though I knew how the movie was going to end it still makes me happy.

Maggie Furnas

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