I am fast approaching a time in my life
That will be the first of many lasts,
The first time in my life
That I will never do so many things ever
The last time I will clean out locker 212,
Last time I will cringe at the crackling of our outdated intercom,
The last time I will stand in the band shell
Or listen to my physics teacher lecture
Or thank a kind student
For opening the locked door and letting
Me inside the last high school I will ever
This is the first time
And the last time in my life
That I will ever be a high school senior, Read more »
I’ve outgrown this building.
My mind shifts uncomfortably, fleshy puffs bursting from the windows and open doors, groaning in resistance as it shimmies itself into these dark-washed confinements that are our hallways. Every day. Twenty after seven.
I wish I didn’t know what
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In front of an audience of faceless heads, washed out my the blinding stage lights, meant to give life to characters we just spent months building, I was thinking of her before I delivered my last line.
She was behind me, one of the many advantages
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My life isn’t perfect.
Always get my homework done
Or always get the answers right.
I don’t have a perfect GPA.
Has a lot of split ends.
My teeth are so strange it’s actually quite hilarious
Except when they hurt
Because of the braces I just got on
Three months ago.
Yeah, as a senior. I’ll consider myself lucky
if they’re off by the time I graduate college.
Sometimes, I make mistakes.
The other day I said something
That I didn’t mean to hurt anyone but
It didn’t matter, it hurt anyway,
And I wished I’d never opened my mouth. Read more »
I could have avoided the situation if only I did not have to look. My curiousity always gets the better of me. Like this one time in the fourth grade there was this frog and... Well that is another story. Back to the now and the present. Atleast I think its the present... Mabyt he past? Or a really messed up future. Anyways it all started like a normal day. Read more »
In our senior year, we're asked to write a memoir- a piece describing our four years. I thought I should post mine- perhaps an incentive for others to post short stories. It does have a few difficult subjects, as well as a couple of reposts- but overall, I think it's a decent piece. any suggestions would be welcomed as well.
[No character ever wins- no matter what life they lead.]
He told me:
“You’re working from something that you can’t have experienced. Try something easier.”
She asked me to:
“Either choose a topic that you can understand and explain, or I’ll be forced to choose for you.
They told me:
“You’ve got amazing word choice- now just make me believe this isn’t just some dumb character that I’m supposed to care about.
I told them: “I’ll make her real.”
:FRESHMAN YEAR: Read more »