It was the last hari of school. I put on my splatter-painted black tee, white footless tights, a blue plaid skirt, and my multicolored converse. I went to the mirror in my bathroom. I looked at myseelf in the mirror, touching my three lower lip piercings. I smiled at myself, scence it was the last hari of my junior tahun in high school. Molly yelled "C'mon, Dawn. You'll mis your last hari at school!" I lived in a foster home, and Molly was the housemother. I grabed my pelangi, rainbow skateboard, and rushed to the kitchen, ate my egg as fast as I could, grabed my lunch, and skateboarded to school. I got...
continue reading...