Esharastr on Nostr: I’m 15. I’m sitting in the field in secondary school. I’m in my school uniform, ...
I’m 15.
I’m sitting in the field in secondary school.
I’m in my school uniform, all knee high socks and awful black shoes, but it’s summer so I’ve taken off my jumper, my shirt is mostly unbuttoned and I’m sitting on my blazer - the one with cookie crumbs in the pockets and a giant ink stain on the inside lining from where my pen exploded. Thank god for school uniforms though cos I don’t have enough clothes to wear. The girls would tear me apart. They only make fun of my voice and thoughts, no need to give them more ammo. I’m mostly invisible. Maybe it won’t always be that way, though.
I’m leaning against my tiny backpack bursting with my school books so it’s kind of digging into my side.
I’m not eating lunch again cos I’m saving my lunch money as usual. By the end of the week I should hopefully have enough to go to WHSmith after school and buy a book. Somehow, I’m still chubby.
My nose is sore from hayfever and my eyes itch, but it’s okay cos the sky is clear, the sun is kissing me all over and I’m listening to Ed Sheeran’s ‘little bird’ on my Samsung. I finally gave in and got a phone that I actually use. Maybe they aren’t all bad.
It gives me music so I don’t feel so alone while surrounded by people. I now have a way to text my three close friends, oh, and that one boy that makes my heart feel funny. I couldn’t date him cos I had math homework. Sound teenage logic, of course. Really, I was just scared he might kiss me. I’m not ready. I can think about him while I listen to music though. Wonder about him.
Been time traveling a lot lately. It’s funny how someone else’s words/voice can become linked with a whole chunk of your life.
I’m sitting in the field in secondary school.
I’m in my school uniform, all knee high socks and awful black shoes, but it’s summer so I’ve taken off my jumper, my shirt is mostly unbuttoned and I’m sitting on my blazer - the one with cookie crumbs in the pockets and a giant ink stain on the inside lining from where my pen exploded. Thank god for school uniforms though cos I don’t have enough clothes to wear. The girls would tear me apart. They only make fun of my voice and thoughts, no need to give them more ammo. I’m mostly invisible. Maybe it won’t always be that way, though.
I’m leaning against my tiny backpack bursting with my school books so it’s kind of digging into my side.
I’m not eating lunch again cos I’m saving my lunch money as usual. By the end of the week I should hopefully have enough to go to WHSmith after school and buy a book. Somehow, I’m still chubby.
My nose is sore from hayfever and my eyes itch, but it’s okay cos the sky is clear, the sun is kissing me all over and I’m listening to Ed Sheeran’s ‘little bird’ on my Samsung. I finally gave in and got a phone that I actually use. Maybe they aren’t all bad.
It gives me music so I don’t feel so alone while surrounded by people. I now have a way to text my three close friends, oh, and that one boy that makes my heart feel funny. I couldn’t date him cos I had math homework. Sound teenage logic, of course. Really, I was just scared he might kiss me. I’m not ready. I can think about him while I listen to music though. Wonder about him.
Been time traveling a lot lately. It’s funny how someone else’s words/voice can become linked with a whole chunk of your life.