abagail.carson15

What do I hope for?
A pause. 
A day when everything just stops.
Nothing due.
Nothing to do.
Just a break.

A day where I can take a deep breath.

Oh my god. How could I have lost them? I finally scored the lead role in the school play and I lost my shoes two hours before the show is supposed to start. I’m so stupid, Mr. Daniels even told me to leave them at school so I didn’t lose them.

Stepping out onto the porch

The newly fallen snow makes an achy groan as my foot imprints on it. 

I take in the first breath of outside air

And into my nose and down my throat and into my stomach

Rascal, Randy, and Rhonda are nomads. They have no singular home. Why? Because they’re ghosts. They fly from one abandoned house to the next, staying for months, days, years, and sometimes decades.

Elena was sick of staring at the perfectly shaped buns of the dancers in front of her. All she wanted was to see the faces of an audience infatuated with her technique. Mesmerized by her perfectly placed steps and her long lines.

It was October, but Margo was still wearing short summer skirts. Margo rode past me on her bike everyday as I walked to school. The smell of her peony perfume wafting behind her and filling my nose as I inhale.