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American Public School Gothic

The teacher tells you to study, your classmates have been studying for centuries now, skeletons lay in seats of past students. They forgot to study.

The cheerleaders talk about tonight’s game, you thought they were only on Fridays but you hear it echo down the halls everyday “tonight, tonight, come see me tonight.”

Lunch ends as soon as it starts, you walk out the class for lunch and, class? You could’ve sworn you were just in the cafeteria a second ago.

A pencil is borrowed everyday, yet they disappear into the void, only to be found by the next generation.

The P.A system comes on. As if it’s playing a joke, it’s quiet for a moment of time just long enough for you to break out in a sweat, the girl next to you whispers “lockdown.”

There’s gum in your mouth, gum on your chair, gum on the table, gum on your shoes. You looked, there’s no gum in the trash cans- there are none anyways.

Get your yearbooks, only 80 dollars for your precious memories! You won’t have them otherwise. 80 dollars or you’ll never get them back.

The school lunches have an odd smell, you could’ve sworn the pizza sitting on that kid’s tray just moved, he takes a big bite.

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Fine Future

Stress crowded her mind like a patch of weeds, with every seed that floated through her atmosphere it planted something new. It grew rapid and left a rancid trail of sharp pains, strikingly making her drop whatever she was doing at the moment. Her heart sprung out of her chest at the thought of her future. What if she screwed up along the way? Met someone and couldn’t control their actions, said something out of anger or worse- if her mindset changed completely and she turned into a drop out.

Thoughts clawed at her throughout the day: “am I trying my best?” - “Should I do better” - “why would I say that?”

It took up so much of her mind that it eroded her vocabulary, something she’s been proud of from the start and is even known for. Her excellent vocabulary and grammar-but no, her brain thought these problems in her life were much more urgent than the skills she once prized and possessed. It was getting to be too much, to the point of noticing every flaw she made in her writing. She told the people around her simply in need of stopping this constant stress but they say she should get some more sleep, say she needs some water or attempt to comfort her with a smile and things like “hang in there” or “it’ll get better.”

All she wants is to solve the problems that face her like stern sergeants. With their bold words and attention snatching problems -what if everything gets worse?

All she wanted to do was make a living off of something she loves and not disappoint her own mother. That’s it.

That’s all.

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Harmless Warmth

Bare feet entangled in the grass and my mind clear as day. The sickly sweet smell of the gardinas fill the hot summer air, the warm breeze carrying the aroma all the way to me.

Staring up at the sky, dragon flies buzz over my eyes and the sun shines on my tan skin. I squint slightly to relieve myself of the brightness of today.

All morning I had been walking outside and I still am, originally it was caring for the chickens. I fed them and checked up on the hens eggs and went on to do my other chores, sweeping the porch, picking the weeds and once I was finished I decided to relax.

I fell into the grass and closed my eyes, that once sweat inducing heat relaxing me to a sleepy sort of feeling. My arms supporting my head and for the first time today it was quiet and still.

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Taradiddle

Polished fingers on the dashboard

A sour taste in my mouth

She turns to me and says with velvet lips

"Sticks and stones don’t change my love for you dear"

Rising beneath my skin

Loving warmth

She’s coming back again

The woman I used to know

Putting on mask for me

Just to make a show …

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70 Or 16

Things were so much more different when you were younger. The light was more artificial, the world brighter and your lips not tainted by the words that come out of them today. You remember music was just something to dance to, not something with meaning. It was never something that drove you to tears, songs. They were there to make you happy, to crookedly full teeth smile with the gaps where your teeth used to be as you were finally a big girl now and got to sit up in the front seat! Your mother in the drivers seat singing along to your attempt at getting the lyrics right. You’d have the most colorful room and be happy about it, stuffed animals were your best friends and you’d feel bad if you favorited one of the other because these objects had feelings in your eyes. Now nothing does, it’s more complicated. Instead of wanting to grow up so you can eat all the twizzlers you want you want to grow down to the simpler days when candy was all that mattered. Boys were gross and smelled funny and they thought the same about you. Mac ‘n cheese was at the top of the ‘foods you like list. Chocolate chip poptarts were to be eaten on the rides to day care and band-aids were the worst thing to try to open. You’d at least cut your bangs once. When mommy said you weren’t allowed to have something you’d ask daddy, they’d find out and tell you how that’s bad to do. You’d put make up as the number one priority but didn’t realize the insecurity that came with wearing such a thing. Friendships were broken when you didn’t share a gummy and cards as gifts are what you’d believe your parents loved most. You’d sing about anything and everything and pronounce the word “butterfly” as “blutterfly” and get upset when adults laughed at you. School and homework felt so hard even though you colored and got books read to you. You had nap times and you’d lie awake, wanting to giggle and talk to someone but no one wanted to talk to you because you were a cry-baby. Time out was the worst punishment of all and being sent there when you accidentally hurt someone made you sob in the corner. Frog and Toad was the best and most interesting series out there and the big kids got to read Junie B. Jones. The holy grail was getting a toy you’ve been looking for in your happy meal and the little machines you’d put 25 cents in for a little rubber ball or a a mystery prize were what you begged for. You miss the days and so do I, you may be 70 or 16 but you still miss it no matter the age.

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A Waiting Moment Spent Well

The bus runs every few hours but she missed the first one of the day, no transportation to her disposal so she had to sit and wait on the bench. It’s a muggy morning but the not fully risen sun shines through it all, her sneakers have dirt and grass stuck to the side where she walked through her yard earlier. She walks all the way from her house to the stop every morning, it’s unusual for her to be late but this morning was different.

A well-dressed woman in black heels clicked down the sidewalk, not too long after there were more people walking down the sidewalk. Some would sit on the bench for awhile then realize the bus isn’t coming till later. She took this time to analyze the people walking past her, down the worn sidewalk and ultimately striving to get to their destination.

She analyzed how one had a limp when he walked and how the old woman drug her feet across the cement as she walked rather slowly. Some had horrible posture, shoulders caving in and a notch at their neck. Others walked with pride and straight backs. Some had curly hair, others straight. A couple of the people that had passed her were walking their dogs and waved to her. She had counted how many smiles or waves she got and when she counted one she’d do the same back.

She enjoyed doing this, seeing the different people with their different vibes and what first impression they gave off to her. Though her opinion barely matters to many people, it was eye opening to look at a person and try to figure out who they truly are just from them walking by her.

We ignore the people around us and focus on our own lives and thoughts all the time, many people think this is a story and they’re the main character but that’s exactly how the next person thinks. Just as they’re the side character of your story you’re the side character of many others’ stories.

She couldn’t believe how many other stories were out there, but before she could count another smiling person her bus rode up and opened the doors.

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Left To The Zone

For awhile she focused on the clock, the dim but warm lights of the lamp in her room made her tired yet comfortable and her eyes felt baggy.. at least. With only and hour left till midnight she waited, waited for someone to knock on the door and interrupt her trance. Her wide-eyed meditation, that wasn’t purposeful. Without doing anything she was doing everything which was exactly what she had to do, and did when she didn’t do anything. The one thing everyone hates the most is when you zone out and someone waves their hands in your face, adjourning what quiet thoughts once ran through your mind and bringing you back to the real world. It happens mostly when you’re tired; the zoning out. Your eyes feeling comfortable in that one spot and you forget that you’re not blinking, you probably even look like a zombie to the bystanders around you but you don’t notice because you’re in the moment. In the trance like state and no matter what it’s relaxing but as everyone knows earlier in my explanation, it never lasts long. It only ever goes up to the moment someone walks in front of you wondering where your mind went. Bringing you straight back to the present.