Rules for the 2020 middle schooler
1. It doesn't matter what mask you're wearing. But... WEAR ONE.
2. When inside, hand sanitizer is god. Worship it.
Nonfiction
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Seeing you
I don't want to see you every day.
I like it better when you unexpectedly appear in places when I just happen to be there.
When you shout my name across a patio,
Not ashamed to be knowing little ol' freshman me. -
Thirteen things I don't want to forget now that I'm in high school
1. I am a headstrong little animal, consistantly tugging, pulling, pushing, to get what I want. I don't settle. -
Acceptance
Excerpts from my journal:
August 30.
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A Glimpse of What Goes on in My Head
Found in my Notes App:
Friend: *points to plain pasta* Do you have any cheese?
Me: Why would I have cheese?
Friend: Because you are you!
For an off the shoulder crop top put on a long-sleeved shirt upside down -
My tiger with wings
I have decided that I do not want a pair of wings tatooed on my shoulder blades.
I do not want a tiger either.
Well, not exactly...
I want a tiger with wings.
Full, silky, white wings. -
Words Left Unspoken
What
The
Heck!
Why are you doing this to me?
I’m riding an emotional rollercoaster
With you at the controls
At first I pardoned your offense
Creating excuses
To ease the pain -
How-to on Being a Human
i want to say it's not that hard. but it is, truly.
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The Story of Coming Out (and being closeted)
Note: I'm writing this the way I speak, so I apologize for any grammatical errors.
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Me, the most successful immigrant
"Why doesn't she speak it?" scoffs the nail salon lady. I poke through the dried leaves of my mother tongue. I open my mouth, and close it. The silence swells, a bullfrog, broken by the croak of a fake laugh from my mother. -
Second Line - First Line Challenge
What we said and did that day was unbelievable.
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Short Story - Tranquility in Cordona Loop
I step out into the blanket of the heat’s embrace. My Jiddo and Baba done filling up fallen tires, and adjusting gears, I amble my way to the bike. It isn’t my bike, in fact, I am not entirely sure whos bike it is, but we packed on our way to Ohio.