The Three Weird Sisters - A, B, C,

From the moment you enter the classroom they stalk you.
Their eyes are always peeled, ready to bare your deepest insecurities,
and no matter what you do you just can't seem to shake them.
Whenever you think you're free you see a billboard, hear a conversation, read an article
and suddenly you're back within their cold grasps.
The three follow you.



The oldest of the three has been around since the beginning of time,
more specifically since Eve was confronted by Adam about the stolen apple.
She then appeared.
She sees right through your facade and picks away at your mind, one brain cell at a time.
She knows what you're thinking before you're and even thinking it,
and promptly destroys that seed of thought without hesitation.
Her opinions are strong and endless,
be careful to disagree with her.
That is, unless, you have a bulletproof rebuttal.
She follows you.

The middle child is often forgotten,
but don't you dare underestimate her power.
Her mind is akin to the internet or an encyclopedia;
she can pull information from all corners of the world
in order to make a judgement.
That judgement is final,
backed by her mind of unbridled logic.
She follows you

The youngest child is the most cynical by far.
She judges every movement, look and gesture you will ever make.
She knows the game you're trying to play,
what you're trying to accomplish
without you saying anything.
Nothing will get by her easily.
She follows you.

Some sisters treat you better the others.
Sometimes one is warming up to you
while the other proclaims you aren't worthy
One liking you is no implication on another's opinion of you.
They follow you.


They're chasing you from the start of your time in the classroom.
They're inescapable.

All of a sudden, they're closing in,
surging forward with a gush of wisdom and power.
You're running,
but they're just too damn fast.
An alley way is near,
perhaps you can escape down there!
You turn the corner, using all your strength to pump you legs at maximum speed.
You're out of breath, but the fear inside keeps you moving.
Oh no!
The alley is a dead end.
Who would've thought.
They're shadows are approaching,
you can see their hideous profiles against the darkness of the wall.
A single streetlight is the only spot of hope in the dark of the night.
You can hear their breathing and you know the end is now near.
Coming to grips with your imminent death is easier than you thought.
You take your final breath, and look up to face your stalking demons.
You let out a final cry, addressing the enemies.

"Argument, Synthesis, Rhetorical Analysis - I dare you sisters to do your best!"

Once you sacrifice yourself to their whims, you realize your "death" wasn't as bad as you imagined.
Even so, you will never get a full grasp on them
as they forever follow you.

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