"You’re going to be president someday- I mean like principal."- Junior.

Everybody has those days.

Some people have no restraint.

They really should have thought twice about sticking us all in the same fifth period.

Boy, are we mean to each other.

Sometimes we insult, threaten, or degrade each other. But it’s out of love! Probably.

A short story I wrote that is awful. I honestly have nothing against ostriches or any other animal but I don’t like them very much (ostriches). In short, this story is not for young people. All written occurrences contained in this writing are purely fictional.

A poem about an airhead that you know…

Old times have come and gone
Old friends have changed and moved on.
Family is broken and yet I stay unheard and truly unknown.

I wear a mask.

An invisible mask,

One many can’t see past,

A mask decorated with joy, peace, and love.

A beautiful mask you might call it,

Unfortunately,

It’s a lie.

A beautiful lie.

Under that mask lays.