I am from the early mornings when I wake up feeling dead in the comfort of my soft, warm bed.
I am from the rainy days and the sad nights that pass by our confusing lives.
From the smell of the locker rooms and the fragrance of the roses.
I am from the unorganized Mondays when I rush out the door in a panic, growling stomach and all.
I am from the splash of rain on my face and the squish of the mud between my toes.
From the places where I meet new people that become my closest friends.
I am from the math class when I joke around, being myself and not caring what others think.
I am from sports, music, books, math, and biology, the things that I love.
From all of my friends giggling when I “pull a Chris” and blame it on my blonde hair.
I am from the screaming and laughing of my friends and family enjoying one another.
I am from the humiliating moments and hysterical memories.
I am from the overwhelming stress that is thrust upon me by sports and school.
From the anxiety right before the gun goes off to start the race.
I am from the awkward moments when I can’t think of anything to say to him.
I am from the rush of nerves and happiness when I see him smiling at me.
I am from the tears from the shed over broken hearts and the comfort of loved ones’ arms wrapped around me, protecting my fragile soul.
From the time I was told to wait for the boy that would give anything to be my everything.
I am from the sweet irreplaceable words “I love you.”
When my essay score came back and I wanted to scream at my teacher.
I am from good days and bad days.
I am from serene nights with the stars shinning bright, lighting the sky.
In the majestic sight of the mountains, hills, and forests there are trails I run that I lose myself on, giving the world and God my all.
I am from the goals that are set, and over time, hard work, positive mindsets, and determination get you the rest of the way.
When I feel like nothing is right, that I’m worthless, and just want to give up, I remember where I am from.