Writing

I told my mom I was going to school.

I gave a long exhale “finally they’re done bickering” I thought 
 

I turned, “alright, class is—”

“Ryder” grunted Juniper “you keep avoiding my question” 

I've always

been scared

of rejection

so I

don't do

anything

i hold

myself back

from things

others do

i've always 

been scared

of rejection

so how

There once was a lake 

In love with the moon, 

Astonished by her voice, 

In love with her melodious tune.

She would sing and shine.

I woke up to beeping.

Slow. Steady. Annoying.

People think the world makes sense if you look at it long enough.

Like if you study hard enough, listen carefully enough, follow the rules closely enough—everything will line up the way it’s supposed to.

That’s a lie.