Penelope

fingers sticky with apple juice 
holding the straps of my backpack so hard
peel my small hands off, they stick to the rough straps 
slowly jumping up and down on my heels
staring at my red brick school 

I am a big house off an abandoned highway not far from a large city
If you walk past me you will see an old house that looks abandoned 
With grey stone walls and ivy vines slowly crawling their way to the roof