my grades suck
like, it's a known fact.
perhaps i can blame it on my inability to stay in one area
long enough to master whatever subject is being
taught. but
i can't tell dad that, he'll remind me that it's my fault we are always on the move
so instead i give up.
it's useless,
anyway.
YOU ARE READING
ready to run
Teen Fictionmy presence is trivial my soul is in anguish my veins crave the connection of a human touch yet here i stay, with a packed bag under my bed ready to run to the next identity i will adopt (this story is written roughly - sorry)
