Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989


Months later, I still had that scar
bold, red, jumbo, it was all on my face.

Walking into the first class in my new school
my lungs began pounding against my bones.

All I could see was a stretching aisle,
a teacher at the end, and eyes glaring at me.

My blood boiled,
and my skin turned crisp.

I reached to feel my hair as a slick beauty
only to find a poof of dry spaghetti strands.

I looked out to the middle of the large room
to see a girl with a skirt to her upper thigh.
Her face showing all her glimmering teeth.

Inside my heart broke-
outside, I squint and smile.

Plunging for the ground
It was then,
I saw full bare legs.

It was only then,
I heard an echo.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback