growing up

Thu, 02/20/2014 - 01:37 -- Lilyk8

 

Growing Up.

It’s your first day of Pre K.

Your mom picks out your outfit and walks you to the bus

You meet your next door neighbor

He’s a boy but you don’t care because he wants to be your friend.

The teacher was really nice

When you got home your mom asked you what you did today.

You gave her a macaroni necklace and went outside to play.

 

Now it’s your last day of elementary school

Your mom still kisses you before you leave.

Your teachers are still so nice,

And your best friend is still a boy.

When you get home your mom ask how school was today you hand her your report card,

And she hangs it on the fridge.

You go outside to play.

 

It’s your first day of middle school.

Your mom left your lunch money on the table.

You picked out your own outfit

You walked to the bus stop by yourself.

Some of the teachers were nice.

When you get home your mom asked how was your day.

You replied with a vague answer, handed her your pop quiz

She hung it on the fridge and you went to call your best friend.

 

It’s your last day of middle school.

You go home on your girlfriend’s bus.

So your mom can’t ask how your day was.

You sat inside and played video games with your friend.

Then you went home to more video games and slept.

 

It’s your first day of high school.

You roll out of bed and start walking to school in whatever clothes you woke up in

Your best friend now has a crush on you.

The girl you played video games with smokes cigarettes before school.

The teachers aren’t nice anymore.

Your mom’s never there to ask you how your day was.

 

It’s your last day of ninth grade.

That boy isn’t your best friend anymore because you wouldn’t kiss him.

You don’t want to be friends with that girl anymore because she doesn’t like video games.

She only cares about sex and cigarettes.

No one wants to be your friend because you didn’t drink at that one party.

And you’re mom doesn’t care how your day was.

 

It’s the night before Tenth grade.

You call up that boy.

He doesn’t answer.

You ask that girl to play video games.

She has a date.

You ask your mom how her day was.

She ignores you while watching T.V with her new husband

 

It’s the first day of spring break.

The autopsy said pills.

Even though your mom already knew that.

Because she found you there on the floor with an empty bottle.

And a note with a vague answer on how your day was.  

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