Yearbook photos
That time of year where I had to look my "best" for a book that people could look back on and remember insignificant things about each other
Where people would fondly look back at all the people they called best friends
Or where people with bitterness in their hearts angrily cross out the faces of those who did them wrong
Where people scribbled "I love you" and "Have a great summer!" in the inside cover

In middle school, I took a chisel point Sharpie and blacked out the people who I hurt so I didn't have to face them
But the more the pages rubbed together, the more the Sharpie rubbed away, exposing their smiles
So then I glued the pages together so it was like they weren't even there
But the more I thumbed through the book, the more I could feel the thickness of the glue and acknowledged that they were on that hidden page
So, against my mothers wishes, I took it down to the tunnel under the road and burned it
She'd ask if I had it from time to time, and I'd tell her every time that I had left it at school on the last day before summer vacation