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I tap my pencil against my desk as I stare outside into the terrible void of smog, cigarette smoke, and dirt that is my city. And my life. A bird flies by and lands on a street lamp near the window of the apartment I live in with my mother. I stare at it momentarily, envying it because, if it wanted to, it could leave this hideous place. It flies away a moment later and I redirect my attention to the essay I've just finished. I look it over a final time before putting my pencil down and pushing myself up from my chair. I walk over to the cracked mirror hanging on my wall and survey myself. I frown at my 'Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle' boxers and my lack of muscle time, running my fingers through my blonde quiff and sighing. I turn away from the mirror and walk over to my bed, flopping down on it. My life has been the same boring thing for 16 years. Wake up. Go to school. Come home. Watch basketball with my dad. Do homework. Go to sleep. And repeat. All I want is something to pull me out of the rut. Something to make my life more than just a boring rerun everyday. I just started my junior year of highschool a week ago, and I'm hoping to find that thing this year. Whether it be a person, or a hobby, or anything. I can feel that this is the year.

Well.

We can only hope.

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