The start of what if's.
As an 8th grader I knew life would be rough but not like this .It's been only 2 weeks and my life feels like hell. Everywhere I go I find a high schooler who wanted to read the stupid board around my neck .
Yes I'm being a bit whiney but it makes sense ....right?
My room is a mess as well so the only thing clean is my bed .I had gotten use to the headaches I'd get for not eating the whole day .Every time I get home I have a headache .The type that you swear about .
The initiation was hard .It had created alot of anger between us and our matriculants /seniors.I was really getting use to this hard life .Even though I forgot my books and always made up some excuse for not doing some sort of homework .
The work given to us had doubled over the two weeks and I found myself being forced to sign up for some thing . It was weird being that a grade 11 friend of mine recommend this new group called expressions.
The day came to finally join and found myself feeling like the odd one . The week passed and I met this girl who would be leading us .
She picked each of us and told us to share one of our talents .
No one was really up for nor was anyone willing to start a topic .
It this point I couldn't judge anyone I wasn't any better. Then the horrific time came for me to speak .
It seemed as if my words did nothing to our leader as if my words weighed nothing lighter the a useless feather .
I went back home that day and wonder if my poetry was even good .I never doubted my writing before untill then and after that it felt like I should never write again because what if it would never be enough .
The question was why did this girl make me feel so useless when I didn't even know her.
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Loving Zenzile
Teen Fictionthe story of the girl who loved the lost. In this South African story ,a girl falls for a poetic artist who is on a journey in finding her life .With the help of a group of words and lovers she tries to figure out why she has these feelings .
