The Trouble With Rainbows (pt 1)

The Trouble With Rainbows… Is Learning to Withstand the Rain is; a three- part analysis of the Story of Megan Meier, an innocent girl targeted and destroyed by bullying, and what she can teach us all about being better humans.


Part I: Storm Clouds


It started in the carpet, as if my rug had turned to hot coals, singeing my feet and spreading like the proverbial wildlife, igniting the air around me. Anger. Anger so intense it overshadowed the light from my ceiling. Hell, for all I know it overshadowed the light in the entire world.


There was a vague sound coming from somewhere – doot doot do do doot doot. My phone. My sister in Thailand. Normally I jump at the chance to talk to my sister but now…now, amid the blackness and the fire, there was only me and the TV, and the realization that we had finally fallen into the abyss.


The end of the world, brought to you by the ID Channel (which come to think of it, is not much of a surprise). No, it wasn’t a brutal murder or an account of cheating spouses that ended with literal fire and brimstone. No money was stolen, no sweet elderly couple in Iowa was swindled out of their life savings. It happened just as my mom always said it would; it slipped in through the side door. Specifically, some town in Missouri no one had ever heard of (which, if we’re honest, could probably be any town in Missouri other than St. Louis). It came, with all of the tears and suffering you might have expected, with stifling sorrow and wrath that stung the eyes. And, with acrid smoke, it gave evil a name – Lori Drew.


Do you remember your first crush? Mine was Charles. I don’t recall Charles’s last name, but I do remember his light skin (like the Swiss Mocha coffee I also loved back then), and his James Dean, Devil May Care, I’m special attitude. On the bus (did I mention we were eight?) they called him ‘Charles in Charge’ after the TV show of course, and in charge he was. He called me his princess, and indeed, I felt a bit like Juliet (yes, I’m aware that Juliet isn’t a princess); he was a ‘bad boy’ and my family hated him. Well, At least my Aunt Brenda, who was our bus monitor, hated him, which was close enough.


Isn’t that supposed to be what childhood and adolescence are all about? Your family hates a guy, so you’re in love with him. Your best friend is considered a “bad influence”, so you mention them every chance you get. Exploring. Testing limits. Pushing boundaries. All in an effort to find out who you really are. You’ll change your mind about this several hundred (thousand) times, but the best thing about this journey is that it ends in a place where you’re comfortable with your life; your friends are trustworthy, you actually solicit your parents’ advice, and you find you can (more or less) tolerate everything else.


Adolescents is supposed to be the time when you’re figuring things out, rebelling against your parents (a little), getting your heart broken and realizing the world doesn’t come to an end. Until it does.


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