Opening a heavy door, a path leads to a glorious land. Murmurs and whispers flooded into my ears walking through an isle of wonder, hands waved and eyes laid on me. Confused in and out, I had asked someone where to go. Finally arriving, I enter a room with a dull light, walls painted grey, and an intruding smell of plastic. Children my age flood the room, with paper planes flying and others colliding. Sitting down on a wooden chair, drastic flashbacks fill my head. I had felt for a moment, that the abomination and terror had ended. For a first, life was at peace.
Student Portraits + Poem 2022
Poem
This year is exciting and hopeful because of my schoolmates
Playing with my friends
Interesting and chaotic
They can sometimes be annoying
Loud but welcoming
Chill and unique