| I spend my entire school year prepping for these stupid AP tests.
And what do I get?
Numbers.
Hello 5.
But what are you to me?
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| I don't want to go back.
In a month I will have to live my life like nothing happened.
Wake up in the morning, silence.
Walk to school, silence.
Come home and study, silence.
I can't go back to that.
I just wish it was closer, even a state away, closer.
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| I keep having dreams about school and rejection, which makes no sense.
Make it stop.
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| The places we go when the sun is cracked open and the wind chimes rub knees like in a hurricane.
Telling stories into the sky.
I put new sheets on my bed and I love that feeling.
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