Reid@YWP

I am 13

I am in 7th grade.

I like school. Most of the time.

I am quite good at school.

I'm in all the advanced classes offered. 3 years ahead in Math, 3 years ahead in my English vocab, and on the hardest History track.

Irritation bubbles and boils and brews, 
bakes into the stomach lining, 
infects the red flesh with greenish hues

it works its way up and up, 
malady clambering, climbing 
toward the beating hub

It started when I once was ten,

the world was nice and quiet then,

until Old Sue first moved her feet,

The village faced their fears again.

We soon would face the great defeat, 

An emerald sweep

of thin spears stretches

through the garden,

past the rough concrete

platform decorated with chairs

of red banded with white,

along the little reservoir

of spitting water,

Getting up, growing older 

younger days just blew right over 

gone in a flash, knowing I'll never gain them back 

now I'm always in a dash 

running from class to class