Early morning before the sun rises, I make my way to the bus stop a few streets down from my old, broken down house. As soon as I step out I regret shutting the door behind me, wanting to run back to my room and hide under the covers. Regretting every step I take; taking every step as carefully as possible. My hair turns to strands of iscles as the winter breeze fights its way through. I trudge my way through the freezing snow that covers every inch of the ground. My mind has been taken over by the daydream of the warm sun, kissing my pale skin, the green California winter. The roaring of the school bus rips me out of my fantasy. My trip to ACHS (Adams City High School) begins.
It was my first day back from winter break, and I received a note
It was my first day back from winter break, and I received a note