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I was late to school today And they told me I had a detention so I wanted t

February 21, 2013
By Olivia Klevorn BRONZE, Chicago, Illinois
Olivia Klevorn BRONZE, Chicago, Illinois
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I was late to school today
And they told me
I had a detention
so
I wanted to drink the Styrofoam
Cup of dying coffee beans
I had hidden in my pocket
And piss it all over the floor
But instead
I nodded my head yes
And went upstairs
And it’s cold outside
Ten degrees they say
But I wore my red mittens
With wool worn
In the unused space
Between my thumb and forefinger
There’s a hole there
That’s always been
But the skin is extra thick
So the cold bite of
Nine degree wind
Doesn’t bother me.
A few days ago
It was valentine’s day
And a man with no legs
Who I cheered for on the track
Shot his girlfiend through the bathroom door
I don’t know which one was in the bathroom
But he said it was Burglar
That did it
That’s what I would say too
Even though I had trouble spelling burglar
In the line up above
And had to ask spellcheck
For its charitable aid
My friend
Left me on the train
After was saw a movie
About dying senior citizens in France
It was a new train
With screens for announcements
And rows of seats that face each other
Instead of forward
I don’t like facing each other
Instead of forward
It makes me remember
That I am not the only one
Riding a silver bullet
Into the belly of the bull
Or out of it
Depending on the time
And day
My friends
Some of them
Are worried
Which isn’t surprising
Since all I can give them now
Are tales of dizzy spells
And sad
And tears when im drunk
And tears when I’m not
And never drink again
But now drunk is sober
And sober is drunk
And if I had to choose one
I’d choose vodka
Because at least that gives me an excuse
For being the way I am
Anyway
It’s not a surprise
And they wish there was something they could do
And I don’t doubt that
And I’m glad I can give them the red badge of courage
That comes with
The Troubled Friend Experience
A gift I never wanted to be a part of
A story I never wanted to tell
But oh well
This morning
I wanted to piss coffee beans
and instead the only liquid
I let grace the slick surface of my snow boots
Was the sleet from the street outside
And some red construction paint
Telling people to be careful
Of the broken sidewalk up ahead
And the open sewer at t



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