Wildfires

Going back to the wasteland
Commonly referred to as school was torturous.
Teachers lectured teens and
Teens ignored teachers;
Everyone was in a never ending cycle that consisted of
backstabbing making each new other friends.

But the one who started all the drama
Was none other than innocent little Autumn;
The girl with the picture-perfect life and attitude,
As well as the ability to manipulate anything with a pulse.

She didn’t lose sleep at night when
I was shoved and tackled against lockers
By her friends from the football team.
She wasn’t guilty at all when
I was cornered in the bathroom
By girls who called me crude names.

Did it even faze her when I ate my lunch
Behind the bleachers near the drug addicts?

I doubt it.

I’m so glad she’s
not
skinnier
than
me.

That’s all I have to look forward to when I go to school.
But that was before one of the drug addicts talked to me;
That changed everything.