As I dance across the page
I leave my glistening gray trail
I am an artist
dressed in yellow
with my red hair in a bun
on top of my head
GO
I race across the white field
I do loops, sharp turns, and even leap
into the air
I twirl across and back
I glide
I swirl
I jump
back to the start
all over again in the next lane
over and over
I never tire
I flip on my head to cover my tracks
so nobody sees my mistakes
I go to the locker room
to sharpen up
and to rest in my case
and to prepare for the next period
I leave my glistening gray trail
I am an artist
dressed in yellow
with my red hair in a bun
on top of my head
GO
I race across the white field
I do loops, sharp turns, and even leap
into the air
I twirl across and back
I glide
I swirl
I jump
back to the start
all over again in the next lane
over and over
I never tire
I flip on my head to cover my tracks
so nobody sees my mistakes
I go to the locker room
to sharpen up
and to rest in my case
and to prepare for the next period
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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