COVID19- shall we not forget in the summer when everyone was outside laughing and having fun. When Martin Luther king junior gave his whole life to fight for freedom, and Rosa Parks never gave up her seat. Not only did they hold such confidence but also hope. They knew everything was against them. Yet they still saw that future. When we'd go out as a family to movies, or with friends to the bowling alley cause there was nothing else to do because we lived in a small town. Well now there really isn't. We thought we were restricted before, but now we sit in our rooms day and night all alone, praying for it to get better, but wake up to constant news reminders it's getting worst. You watch as your fearless, dark humored, generation begins to shutter in fear on social media, where everybody was tough. I remember all those times I could've gone out with friends my mom begging me, but let anxiety win, and now those chances are gone. You watch all your dreams to finally be who you really are some day, vanish. Every plan cancelled. Every dream shattered. Your future you've longed for your whole life is no longer yours. Used to want a career, a home, a love. But now all I want is to make it past 16. Maybe one day I'll tell children how I survived the year 2020. Or maybe I won't get the chance. If I die I'll never have got the chance to show people I was worth it, never go to college, never go to a party, never get that tattoo, never get to become a doctor, never get to fall in love, nor write that book. I hope my own story isn't over yet.
