I step off the sweaty bus
And onto hard pavement.
It's not raining hard
But it's not not raining hard, either.
My purple Converse
Step around puddles
On the sidewalk.
The Converse the rest of my friends
Have too.
I like this feeling,
The rain on my skin.
I feel alive.
I feel like my existence has a purpose
Besides the same old
Routine
School
Average.
A purpose that's going to matter, one day.
And I'm excited for it.
I saw a photo of our band from last year
our Wind Ensemble
the intern we all fell in love with
the conductor we adore
everyone was together
and I just...
gah.
I wanted to yell STAY
Sack race
thirteenth birthday party
start of seventh grade.
My two BFFs since kindergarten,
the one that slipped in from fourth grade,
the two I met in fifth -
then of course my party girlfriends
How lucky am I?
To feel loved?
In a household and a family and a school that makes me feel not worth it
not good enough
and I found someone outside of it all who loves me?
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