Teen Vs the Soccer Moms
I veer left
Into the infinite line
Of blackberry and iPhone users
Driving SUVs
with sports stickers on their back windows.
They have numb faces
With the same water bug eyes
And snacks loaded in their trunks
For games and practices.
As I arrive to the front of the line,
A girl approaches the car.
She wears floral skirts and plain shirts
And white lace keds with neon socks.
She opens the door and climbs in
Placing her grey back back in her lap.
"How was school?", she asks.
"Hell", I reply, "I'm ready to die."
"At least you have until May" she says in self pity
"At least you have a chance to do things right the first time" I quietly murmur as I fade back out
Eyes hypnotized on the asphalt
And dozing off
And crying inside
And trying so hard
not to let it show.
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Rachel Chasteen
A small town Ohio girl who was thrown in South-western Florida after her sophomore year of high school.
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