Addie Cadwell

Smack, smack, chew, smack smack
Stop chewing so we can hear
Nobody likes it

Squishy, wet, gross socks
I should have put on my shoes
I thought the grass dried

I hate wet shirt sleeves
I change immediately

Every morning started the same way. 

The same sound of my mom’s voice acting as an alarm clock.

“Did I finish the cereal yesterday?” I wondered as I got ready.

Music comes in so many different forms and can mean so many different things. Different genres can have different effects on different people. To me, music acts as an escape.

Again, again and again

A light shines in my face

My eyes burn and I’m forced to squint

Something touches my shoulder

I shiver and start to run

Run, run and run

It touches my shoulder again