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Struggle For Acceptance part 1I remember. I remember like it was yesterday. Getting up early in the morning. Looking at myself in the mirror to make sure my hair wasn't a mess, my eyeliner wasn't smearing, my shirt didn't get anything on it. I walked down to the bus stop. It was an early spring morning. The sky was still pitch black. The moon still out. I was a senior at Big Walnut. A clumsy, awkward student. I wasn't the smartest. I wasn't a straight A student. Nor a student who was active in clubs. I was a more shy student.
I got on the bus. The bus filled with 6th, 7th, and 8th graders. But mostly there were freshmen. We pulled up at the school. I walked down the hallways. Receiving the odd glances from some. I was different. I wore different clothes. I didn't understand: why was I still not fitting in? I was nice to every person I knew. I loved making new friends.
A few periods later there came my favorite subject: German. However, since the beginning of the year, I've been starting to dislike German class. Not
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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