my second day of summer didnt feel any different than
a saturday would have.
i still tried to go to bed and wake up early,
i still sat and wrote in this stupid journal and
i still ate fruit snacks for breakfast.
perhaps the only difference is that
my dad is home today.
but later on, the locker girl has made plans.
somehow she knows wizzer.
she told me to meet them at the park later. she
said something about fishing. i can't fish
but who cares. she's smokin'.
i think i can figure it out
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)
