my heart keeps beating like a hammer.
Hard to be soft, tough to be tender.
Come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train..."-
friday after school: i walked to my locker to put my book away when i saw nicole and kayla standing right next to it. i thought this was weird because neither of them go to manteca high. i convinced myself there was nothing of it. i turned to leave, but something grabbed a hold of my hair, and tugged. i dropped my binder with the unexpected maneuver. i felt her arms swinging in an attempt to hit me. a few clocks to the face, not hard or painful. i donkey kicked her from behind getting her off of me. she turned to swing more punches. i ducked my head and grabbed both of her wrists screaming " don't fucking touch me!". i could see a blur of people surrounding us, enclosing us in a tight circle. i've always been on the outside of that circle, watching whatever two idiots thought it was a good idea to fight. being on the inside of that circle felt like a completely different place, a different world. i could faintly hear the crowd yelling "fight! woooo!" cheering it on. i pushed her off of me, grabbed my binder, and left. what has this solved? nothing. fights are pointless. she still hates me just as much as she did before, and it didn't change anything about what had already happened. you can't change the past, only the future, and she just fucked hers up.
the end.
-"If you’re still alive
My regrets are few.
If my life is mine,
what shouldn’t I do?
I get wherever I’m going,
I get whatever I need
while my blood’s still flowing
and my heart still beats."
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