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yesterday, i walked two miles, maybe three

at the side of the road with dirty shoes

scared of the cars and sad because 

i was late to my exam

because i was dirty and walking and my thoughts were running 

wild again 

i lost my ticket along the way, but could still take the bus

i saw my friend, i walked to school

when i got there, i didn’t know what room the exam was in

i found it and sat at the front because there was no other free desk

i felt eyes on me, felt my leg itching like a bug was crawling up my leg

i felt the water pooling in my shoes, felt the water closing in around me, the water wanting to 

pour out of my eyes

i felt useless.

they walked me down to the other room, through the hall, and down the stairs, to continue taking the exam 

I’ve never felt this bad 

were people looking? my hair was standing up, frizzy and unmade 

my socks were brown

i continued writing

then, a teacher came in and wished me luck

then another one

and another one

a kind look on every face

strange

i packed my things and the teachers were nice

they weren’t mad i was going home and not to p.e

my friends weren’t mad i was going home and not to p.e

i felt bad (but not horrible)

mom picked me up later because i lost my ticket

she told me the postman found it and brought it back when she called me before

we ran some errands and went home

i felt tired

she told me she was proud of me

i didn’t know. 

yesterday, we talked about it again 

she said she’d seen me cry that day for the first time 

in forever

she said i had walked through the storm, 

that i didn’t give up  

me?

she said she was proud. that i should be, too.

i said “yea”

i didn’t see it

to reiterate:

yesterday, i walked two miles, probably three

at the side of the road with dirty shoes

i was scared of the cars, but kept going

i was sad and frustrated, but kept on going

i got on the bus without my ticket (thank you, bus driver)

i saw a close friend and she wished me luck

i sat at the front, it was uncomfortable, i wrote

i finished the exam and i went home

in my dirty socks and shoes

still feeling the blues.

my mom said she was proud.

and i should be.