Paper cuts

Closet creatures

Tuesdays have always been my favorite days. Maybe because I always had art on Tuesdays in Elementary school, and it just stuck with me. Or maybe because the cheer squad and Basketball team leave early so I don't have to deal with them disturbing my classes.

Who knows anymore.

I sure don't.

I rolled out of my bed, continuing my daily schedule with my hair, contacts, and my other routines.

I slipped up some light skinny jeans, powder pink Oxfords, and a 5 seconds of summer hoodie. They might be my favorite band?

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I avoided everyone in the halls like always, avoiding the name calling, avoided the dirty looks, and I avoided the eye-to-eye stares from Harry when I saw him occasionally in the hall.

He's such a different person. In a good way. He didn't seem like all of the boys here, considering he has an extravagant accent, but he seems like he will be that kind of guy who will fight for someone. He seems as though he would protect that special someone, with all he has. He will do anything to get them, and he will do anything to keep them.

Relationships now of days are almost like road trips.

The journey to your destination is always exciting, trying to win the person is fun, But once you're there, and you have the person you wanted, you don't know what to do, and you get bored.

And eventually leave.

But Harry doesn't seem like the kind of boy who would do that. He seems like a never ending road trip, continuously traveling the world, and when you decide to take a break, you're still figuring out different ways to travel, and where to go next. Never getting bored of the destination, always getting thrilled for the next one, but never forgetting the last.

Going on a road trip with him would be nice.

We could go out east.

Go climb some mountains, walk along a lake, go sleep in tents pitched up on a cliff.

I want to go on a road trip with Harry.

A never ending road trip.

I got snapped out of my thoughts, as the bell rung, signaling last period was over.

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My walk home was the usual.

But today I found a rock to kick along the way. Until it fell down the sewer.

When my house came into view, I noticed my moms car wasn't there, and neither was David's.

I walked up my front porch, noticing the icicles still there, like always.

I closed my door and made my way into my room. Taking my shoes off, changing into sweats, and putting my hair up.

But today, instead of taking my laptop and damaging my eyes more than they already are by staring at the screen for hours, I decided to write.

Write a poem.

'It was never like this.

I was never like this.

What did I miss.

The way the depth of the green captures you.

But you almost surrender into it.

The way the crevices deepen, the wider the breath taking smile filled with pearls, grows.

How the chocolate banana curls bounce on your head, almost like a creature from a horror movie, who lures you into the closet, mistaking you for a sweater, really being something that will keep you and hold you forever.