The sound of a turning page: Children are laughing and chatting away. Another sound of a turning page, the other children’s voices are fading away. A final turn of yet another page, and now I am lost in my own little world.
By Teya Hooper6 years ago in Motivation
Something wakes me But what is it? I struggle to open my eyes fully, but it's difficult to see in the dark, even a little bit.
By Teya Hooper6 years ago in Poets
I remember running home, so excited to see you. Opening the door to your sweet face and wagging tail. I drop my stuff in my room, ignoring the homework I needed to do,
Wake up. There’s a silence in the air. Where am I? Look up, sun burns my eyes. Taking in the surroundings, Nothing looks familiar.
We all have secrets Wouldn’t you agree? A state of being That those around can’t see. We all have secrets That we keep locked away,
She was young and innocent, Excited for the next step in her life. High school. It’s a new building, new surroundings,