The instructor said,

Go home and write

a page tonight.

And let that page come out of you—

Then, it will be true.

What do I have to say?

I am 16 years old, stuck in the middle of my two sisters but one doesn’t live at home.

I don’t know what I want, I’ve tried many things from exhausting athletics to the beauty art brings.

I went to school at Crossroads but then half way through freshman year;

I decided I wanted a fresh start and applied to school here.

A forty minute drive from my house in Cheviot Hills.

I venture through two freeways and watch traffic build.

The views of idyllic mountains and trees slowly travel across

halfway of my drive, until it changes to cars in crowded parking lots.

When I get home I'll go straight to my room and write this page.

We each view the world differently,

But still I try to see the world you see.

Where you say hello to the random girl on the street,

and that guy and his friends just because you’re friendly.

I have no idea about what I want to do, I know what I like

but I don’t know what I wish to pursue.

My favorite moments are the ones spent with my friends;

Laughing so hard that it feels like all air has vanished.

Sometimes I'll get home and turn on the TV.

I’ll watch politics yet when I disagree,

My dad will come in and remind me;

That’s American.

We have the right to speak.

So speak you do.

You like to fill the silence in the room.

I enjoy the quiet.

It helps me think.

Sometimes I'll even think about all the things you teach me.

How I might not want to learn them

Or even hear them;

Yet you don’t let that stop you from enlightening me anyway.

Just to be left in hopes,

I'll be thankful one day, and I might be.

But I also like being right,

so I'll keep that to just me.