The cool air on my face.
The sun blazing overhead.
Running through the neighborhood with friends.
With no fears of school bothering your mind.
Staying up to late reading without worry of getting in trouble because you don't have school tomorrow.
The eternal Saturday that is Summer.
Writing for me is like a river of words flowing out of me.
Sometimes raging other times calm and slow.
Other times it is as if the otters living in the river have built a dam.
Blocking the flow,
I woke up just like any other day. Get up, get dressed, go to school. It was all normal up until recess. I was on the swing set the first time I saw him. A shadow of a figure that looked. . . like me?
Some days during the last block of school I feel like falling asleep.
Not because I don't care about school. In fact I want to learn,
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I'm reading this a little past midnight right after I just finished my book!
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