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3rd Grade, Awards Assembly Children are filed into the cafeteria in almost orderly lines Giggling about silly jokes that make no sense to adults But for awards, they are silent, and expecting. Kindergarten, first grade, second grade, finally The little girl with her shiny black shoes waits for her award telling her that she qualifies as smart And she receives perfect attendance 8th Grade, School Computer Room Awkward preteens set in blue plastic chairs Friends clumped together around a single screen "Secretly" googling ***** like it's a crime, though everyone knows But in the very back The girl with her black bag full of books checking her grades online Has her nose to the monitor and worry in her heart Because just perfect attendance makes her a disappointment. Junior Year, Home Bathroom Soapy water soaks the floor and into a dollar store rug The bath is half empty and tinted a rusty shade of red And sitting on the floor with her knees to her chin, carving A+ into the scarred skin of her arm Is the girl, almost a woman, with her eyes messily ringed in black, who doesn't dare cut too deep. Killing herself would mean losing her perfect attendance.
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
Perfect Attendance
3rd Grade, Awards Assembly Children are filed into the cafeteria in almost orderly lines Giggling about silly jokes that make no sense to adults But for awards, they are silent, and expecting. Kindergarten, first grade, second grade, finally The little girl with her shiny black shoes waits for her award telling her that she qualifies as smart And she receives perfect attendance 8th Grade, School Computer Room Awkward preteens set in blue plastic chairs Friends clumped together around a single screen "Secretly" googling ***** like it's a crime, though everyone knows But in the very back The girl with her black bag full of books checking her grades online Has her nose to the monitor and worry in her heart Because just perfect attendance makes her a disappointment. Junior Year, Home Bathroom Soapy water soaks the floor and into a dollar store rug The bath is half empty and tinted a rusty shade of red And sitting on the floor with her knees to her chin, carving A+ into the scarred skin of her arm Is the girl, almost a woman, with her eyes messily ringed in black, who doesn't dare cut too deep. Killing herself would mean losing her perfect attendance.
EDITED It's not my best, but I wanted to write something about how school has effected me and some of my closer friends, though this itself is fiction. I'm going to mark it as explicit just in case :P
#cutting#blood#school
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
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