and Words
Well I’m an axe grinder
Pile driver
Mama says
That I never never mind her
Got no brains
I’m insane
The teacher says
That I’m one big pain
I’m like a laser
Six-string razor
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I wake obscenely early on a Saturday morning; it’s maybe 5:30am. I get a quick breakfast and gather my things to head to school. Sometimes my mom drops me off, but today I ride my bicycle to school. As I leave my house, there’s a chill in the air, and fog covers everything. The streetlights I pass create a cone of light, more visible with the fog; they illuminate the roads as I spin over the sidewalks. I next ride over the bridge over the Florida’s Turnpike as I approach my high school, South Plantation. Finally, I lock my bike on the familiar fence between the faculty lot and the football field. Today, I represent my school in competition.