HappyGiraffe123

she has short and messy dyed red hair

she has dark brown eyes that glow in sunlight

she is silent

she is a good friend

she has fading signed shoes

she is nice

Dear World, 

I am teenager. I am on the cusp of life, a time when my entire life is ahead of me yet I am beginning to feel as if some parts of it are behind me. 

Snow does something magical, I think; 

Creating a blank skate, can I start over now? 

It fuels first loves, the paths criss-crossing in a storm, a blizzard that lingers in the memories. 

We are a group of people mostly under the age of 18 that according to the government might as well not exist.

We are underestimated by grown-ups

Because we have not been through all of school.

Will we ever stop

Forming gaps for young children to fall through,

Teetering on the edge–          –swinging their legs. 

 The snow comes down in big flakes

Wet, but puffy

Pleasing and cold

Landing on my nose

My cheeks

My eyelashes.

It is officially winter.

The giddiness that comes with the first snowfall