Reid@YWP

It’s late August, and Mom packs us all up in the minivan and we set off for the beautiful, scenic drive to Alexanders Wild Blueberry Farm. For me, this is one of my favorite days of summer.

I watch him from afar, as he gets out of his car. 
I can tell he’s scared. 
I smooth out my dress and lean up against the brick behind me. 
I watch his eyes, and they tell me everything I need to know. 

I will be unafraid of my future because I'll grow into who I want to be. 

I will know I can do things I never thought of because I got through high school. 

This feels like the countdown to doomsday.

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...Proposing all branches be put under presidential control...

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