The fourteen year old steps off the mild cheese, rusty, humid, bus. She looks around with bug-eyes, soaking up her surroundings. The chatter from the upperclassmen, the vegetation dancing as the wind plays its music. It’s the first day of impact. Fast forward, it’s her junior year. She’s
stressing. Trying to balance out how she’s going to find her perfect school. Many of her
classmates already gave up on their future, and chose a different path to take. She hops onto a
boat and rides off to sea. A day filled of petting sharks, laughing with close friends, good food,
and dealing with frozen fish heads. Another year passes, and here we are. Senior summer.
Almost the beginning of the end, but yet again, almost the start of a new beginning. I, myself,
have high hopes for this year. Trips, bonding, entertainment, but also finding the perfect school.
Getting as many scholarships as possible and improving my musicianship is what I’m going to be
focused on all year. I hope that this year will set off the big bang for the rest of my life, so I can
trace it back to the first day the fourteen year shyly stepped off that bus. -Leandra
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