I am reminded
when some
local colleges
camp out
in the commons
during lunch
I need to
apply.
While my life
continues on
its hectic path
that stops
for nothing,
I spend
my afternoons
scrawling out
scholarship essays,
clicking buttons,
giving information
I didn't even know
about myself,
and answering questions.
Anything and
everything
that needs
to be
done to
apply for
college,
Mom and I do.
I spend
my nights
crying over
the stress
that comes with
trying to
find money
and a college
that will
take my
mediocre self.
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Teen FictionCover by kyromaniak Everyone wants to be different. I just want to be like everybody else. ---- Seventeen-year-old chronically ill Emma has traded dreams of flying into space for, "Support Therapy," aka, "The Dying Kids Group," and Student Council...
