Contained

I’m still stuck in the same grade, with the same people, doing the same thing. I’m ready to expand like steam filling a room, like water gushing from a spigot and into a basin. I’m ready to float, or maybe sink. I don’t know exactly, but I’m ready for a challenge. For too long, I’ve been contained. I’m ready for new people. I’m ready for new teachers. I’m ready for new beginnings, new endings. 

I’m so tired of getting to school, and the principal comes in to tell us the custodian left the heat on overnight and it’s gonna be 90 degrees. I’m tired of the kid who left pretzel bites in the microwave for three minutes and caused the fire alarm to go off. I’m so tired of the kids who call people slurs and make sexist comments. In my new school, I hope for a new start, a fresh start. I hope that I can do my best. I hope that I can be me.

riphssmyth

VT

14 years old

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