Jesse's POV
The day was finally over. Same old thing as everyday. But this is the part of the day I dreaded the most. The walk home. The time where every horrible thing that has happened to me comes back to haunt me and send shivers down my fragile bones. Where I think about every wrong in my life. It's like if I don't think about it then it will get bundled up inside me and rip a hole through my pathetic body.
I just wish I was more like Zach. No worries, not giving a damn about what people think of me. But I do care. I want to be someone who people can look up to. I wouldn't say "Perfect", but I would say something like perfect. But right now, I feel like a failure. Like i'm not going to do anything with my life. Just sit around writing songs in my book and dreaming of a life that I can't have.
Once I got home I immediately ran into my room and grabbed my black leather writing book. I searched for a black ink pen and successfully found one. I sat on my cold wooden floor and flipped the book open to a clean open page. I had to write down these lyrics I thought of on the walk home. I slowly began to write these words that can turn into something more in my life. "Remember what the people said, when it's said and done, let it go" . "Let it go", I said quietly as I closed the book and slid it under my low bed.
Maybe I could learn something from those 3 words. Seven letters, three words. Those could change my life completely.
