Not the Only Smile
You said my crooked smile was amazing to draw, but then I found you loved to draw her perfect one better.
You said my crooked smile was amazing to draw, but then I found you loved to draw her perfect one better.
A decade later, the cruelty of 14-year-old girls is still unmatched.
Two days later, I went back to the high school I'd sworn to leave forever.
Every morning I get crushed, elbowed, and shoved trying to get on the bus by a hoard of frowning teenagers, but this morning it was freezing, and being shoulder to shoulder with somebody on both sides felt so good.
It's ridiculously infuriating to attempt cybersex with an ADHD teenager.
We put our clothes back on so fast that if we hadn't hesitated in his room, panicking, his parents might never have found out.
Being in the 'haunted' condemned mental hospital was worth the concussion I received from the headfirst dive I made into the car after being spotted by the police.
As I watched him squat off the rail road bridge with two of my friends holding his arms to keep him from falling into the river thirty feet below, I wondered how fast he'd be able to move with his pants around his ankles as I saw a train round the corner.
The number of teenagers that look around to make sure nobody is watching before answering "Nno, I'm not sexually active" is astounding.
I thought my friends were individuals until I saw the merchandise sold at Hot Topic.
The fact that I was assigned locker 666 on the first day was not a good omen for high school.
As I looked back on that horribly mortifying moment I realized it could have been much worse, it could have been my mom that walked in.