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High School Dilemma

This is a short story - non fictional poetry- It is about the troubles I was facing during my high school - the peer pressure, being bullied, and dramatic period I was going through. I wanted to send a personal message to all teens who are in high school that bulling isn't anything to play around with- that could damage someone's self esteem and maybe cause them near suicide. I also want to say peer pressure is also another weakness - could be with drugs, sex, following the wrong crowd- be your own voice and your own leader-you will succeed just be yourself and never let anyone tell you that you can't make it-

I also included a music video it's Awake-and-Alive by skillet hope you enjoy :)!

Once in a blue moon I think back when I was in high school, sometimes bad memories come up replaying in my cerebra cinema.

Do you know what plays back to me?

-     A shy girl that didn’t have the best shape, who walked down the dirty brown tile floor, keeping my eyes to the ground. Afraid someone would think I was mean mugging them.

I just wanted to hurry and go to class, ignoring anyone glances and faint whispers. At least I thought they were talking about me.

Trying to focus on the teachers lesson, I use to love raising my hand and asking questions. I would feel some glares when I brought something like this up,

 ‘Do we have any more work to do?’

As the teacher must have forgotten and brought everyone’s attention and responded,

‘Yes, I certainly think we do.’

Some grumbled others banged their heads on their desks. I flushed when the teacher called me out.

‘For that you get extra credit on your assignment.’

I sulked down low in my seat, staring at the clock as it ticks impatiently waiting for the period to end. I wait for the bell to ring and grabbed my stuff, rushed out of class and went to the next one.

I hated almost all of my classes expect for one. This was art, the only class where I felt free because I could paint away my frustrations.

Even though I felt so alone, I think about the good and bad times. The friends vie made, the guys I dated, how my adolescence developed me into a young adult. Till this day, I am still in love with art, poetry, and humanities.

Now I am 23 years old- if I didn’t experience some of the bad times, I would never grow stronger, so many thanks to the girls who threatened me to quit. Guess what, I have succeeded, I am still standing tall, you may have won when I was 16-or-17, when I was still maturing, when I had the innocent yet curious mentality, when I ALMOST followed the wrong crowd.

And for dating the wrong guys, I thank you for opening my eyes, knowing that I would be at the wrong place and time. I regret giving into my body lust, letting me become an object to their young affections-when clearly in my own imagination I confused love with lust.

Thought it would be cool to date the high school jock/ bad boy, but it lead me to an unpromising fate and now I can’t take that back, but you know what. I am fully blessed because I am mature enough to decipher the links between love and lust, for I am in love with a real man. No more high school dilemma- I’m very grateful.

So, the modest girl who took all the verbal abuse in high school has changed. It is amazing that I seen the folks who mistreated me has never seen the world in my eyes.

Have you noticed karma has a twisted fate- and I am never wishing that upon any of you? Instead, I thank you----------

Because I am awake and alive!

Same Boring Routine

( This is a humor short story- I have made it for fun and this piece came floating in my mind - hope you enjoy :) )

A gentle breeze tickled my soft cheeks; the warm sun burned my closed

Brown eyes, commanding me to be as alert as the yellow bright globe.

Finally I give in to the new day.

I kick off the cozy covers, half asleep fluttering my eyes open for

A blur of a new day.

I sigh and though sarcastically—‘let’s get this day started.’

Springing up out of my laziness, I know if I stayed under the covers,

I would sleep the whole day, but I would not allow that.

I make my way to the kitchen, open the fridge and grabbed my original caffeine boost.

I smile when I see the bright green fluid. I opened it and chug this delicious mountain dew. I run my fingers through my brown hair and put the mountain dew into the fridge. Sighing to myself, looking at the unfilled job applications at the computer desk. Making my way to the desk in the living room, rolling my eyes- I plop down on my spiny chair, I begin to grunt and turn on my computer searching for the last applications I have filled out.

Blowing loose strands of my hair from my face, ‘let’s get this show on the road.’ I begin to get lost in my morning affairs. Ignoring the clock as my day sinks into my routines. Hoping I can find a job.

When the sun disappears into the clouds- I stretch and look at the red luminous light that says ‘6:00pm’. I turn off my computer and head to my room, very stoked to see my unmade bed.

I get under my covers and wait for the sun’s wakeup call.

Because the next day will be the same boring routine.