or when trash bag dragging becomes red shoulders.
broken glass and whole bottles were found all along the road to our school as we cleaned up the campus. cigarettes, fast food bags and cups, candy wrappers, remnants of alcohol containers.
look! even a dead squirrel!
(i kid you not.)
it was fun, going down the length of that road just to clean up for graduation and to get community hours. emma and i joked for the two hours we were out there, still making ourselves useful in the process.
but of course, i forgot how my pale skin reacts to direct sunlight, and i also forgot sunscreen, so my shoulders got fried by that star in the sky.
(ow.)
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
