Horrible.
Unsightly.
Gruesome.
You don’t even know him.
Why did you say yes to him?
I asked you first.
Is it because he’s taller? Smarter? Wears cool clothes?
Did he find you that limited edition Tropical Berry Ring Pop?
No.
But you said yes to him.
You lied to me and said you weren’t going.
Plastered on the school paper was a picture of you and him at the dance.
I hope you’re happy.
I hope you notice when I’m not around anymore.
And I hope you remember the day you ripped my heart out.
Hold.
Understanding.
Good.
Jocks.
Athletic types.
Guys who are good at everything physical.
I thought middle school was bad.
High school is much worse.
You guys walk around with those jackets that broadcast how great you are.
Girls flock to you.
Teachers hold you in a higher regard.
Coaches put you on a pedestal.
You’re popular just because of the team.
I see all of you congregated together.
I see your bond and friendship.
