Port St Lucie High or in other words the hell hole that makes children less of themselves. That’s what Cecilia use to call it whenever one small detail of high school was brought to her attention. Cecilia always waited by the lamp post for her chariot at 5:56am, she would get there before anyone else so she can feel the ownership of the gusting wind to herself, the grass would mostly be wet with the moist of humidity touching each tip letting it savor the food. If she was lucky she would see the moon, with the clouds gathering for their last supper. She would write poems to herself of how each morning was different than the other. Just when she’s half way done with her poem the chariot arrives; Cecilia didn’t even notice the when the adolescent appeared. She plugs in her blockers so sound around her vanishes in the mist. Her bus stop was always first which was a plus for her stake, not sitting with…show more content… Boom Boom Boom Boom. The voices of others echoed, drifting away from reality, with the dizziness of her pen she closed her eyes focusing on her breathing. Thinking of the sky this morning on how stunning it was. It stopped, everything stopped, she opened her eyes to Elijah by her side “Babe are you ok?” Cecilia jumped. “Holy crap Elijah don’t do that to me”
“Well you looked like you were out of it” Elijah uttered trying to justify his action. “I’m fine its just-“ Cecilia explained
“It happened again didn’t it?”
“No I’m just tired that’s all” Cecilia got up throwing her backpack over her shoulder pacing wherever, she didn’t know where she was going she just knew she had to get away from everybody. She walked around the corner of the outdoors soccer field. Cecilia heard the bell ring, she just wasn’t prepared to go to class as she was walking towards the bleachers the feeling came back. Boom boom boom boom; she got light headed making her fall to her
