Learning to Die
I sit in the mid-summer sunshine on the front porch sipping iced tea. Birds are flying high and several bumble bees buzz around my rose bush. I passed my classes last year and I’m proud to say that I’ll be a senior in high school this fall. I’m excited, so very excited. This coming year is going to be my year. I’m going to show that cheerleader she’s an ass. The whole school will see that I deserve to be treated with respect. I’ll be prom queen! I’ll finally ask out that girl I’ve had a crush since second grade. Everything will fall into place once I step through those doors, this year will be different. I can see it now.
