The sky burned gold and rose, as if the day couldn’t let go without one final blaze.
The sky burned gold and rose, as if the day couldn’t let go without one final blaze.
Jordan rushed into the classroom three minutes late, holding a dripping umbrella. Everyone stared when he walked in, because his jacket and hair were soaked all the way through. “Sorry,” Jordan said, breathing hard.
Some days
I feel like I take up
too much space—
like every word I say
echoes louder
than it should.
And other days
I feel so quiet
I’m afraid the world
will blink
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