or when the heat is unbearable.
the bus pulling into the neighborhood.
the bus pulling into school.
me pulling at my own fingers.
muscles pulling until there's a smile and until there's a laugh.
people pulling the strings to get to class.
me pulling on my luck, which tends to run out quickly.
teachers pulling at my patience in our ninety-minute periods.
friends pulling back the curtains.
but two months away has made everything entirely foreign.
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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//
