This is..
To dragging our limber bodies out of bed before the sun has kissed the horizon.

To painting on fake smiles, like we females, paint on our faces with the foundation of insecurity.

To pulling on designer clothes that said more about us that we could ever say about ourselves. Our secrets stitched into fashion trends.

To making a half-assed grade with half-moons blackening the circumference of our eye sockets.

To teachers trying to tell the difference between who spent the lunch hour getting high or who spent the lunch hour succumbing to their tear-ducts.

To standing up to Queen ***** when she sneers at your choice of shoes, telling her, that you can't live the high life if you don't wear high heels.

To the intimidation when we realized that hallways were more like runways.

To the friends you thought you'd keep forever.
They didn't stay beyond graduation day.

I was told that my high school days were supposed to be the best days of my life.
And now I question, will the rest of my life be as colourless as my high school days?