College Anxiety

      There were few places that Kelly felt more comfortable at than her childhood wooden swing set. A few years back she and her friends had broken it when they piled six or seven girls on it at the same time, so tonight Kelly had no swing to swing on. Instead she sat on the patchy grass where the childhood monument used to be, iPod ear buds in, munching on stale Cheetos.
     Despite her efforts to calm herself, her mind raced. Two mornings from now she would be sitting in her first college class at a school she knew she was going to hate. She moved in a week ago for soccer camp and decided that she had chosen the wrong school within 20 minutes of arriving to move in.
     Kelly ripped her nails apart with her teeth one by one. She wasn't used to feeling this uncomfortable. She was used to her posse of high school friends blindly following her every move, and her parents giving her what she wanted just to appease her for the day. Now her friends were all at different schools and everyone except her seemed to be enjoying themselves. Meanwhile, her parents believed that she was simply throwing another tantrum to get attention.
     She hit the up button on her iPod a few times to down out the sound of the crickets chirping.

Two Cities

Walking down the streets, I couldn't help but notice the red, white and blue decorating nearly every corner. Every light colored building shines in the sun as men and women in suits walk in and out of large metal doors. How different it looks from my hometown, which is less busy and less bright, and much more hilly. My hometown is not full of politicians and congressmen, but its workers are the blue-collared kind. Each city has its own story and own heart; that city remembers the red, white and blue at all hours of the day, and mine holds the black and gold as a religion. Each is beautiful in its own way and while I bleed black and gold, I hope I can bask in the red, white and blue someday.

Keeping Secrets

Swinging higher and higher, time moves faster and faster.
A shiny beer can under the slide catches her eye in the morning sun,
little does she know in a few short years this playground will become her late night safe haven.
Now home to laughter, sunlight and youth, soon doubles as a getaway for deceit, sex, and alcohol.
Swinging higher and higher, time moves faster and faster.
Today, high speed merry-go-round spinning has caused her to get sick in the bushes.
Years from now, she'll empty her stomach in the same bushes because she had too much to drink.
The red see-saw will forever hold her virginity, and the monkey bars her sobriety.
Swinging higher and hgiher, time moves faster and faster.
Source of entertainment to girls and boys of all ages, the neighborhood playgound is the best secret keeper of all.