Age 12

School bells ring, obnoxious and loud.

Tired are my eyes, and dreading is my chest,

Already anxious as children push past me in a crowd.

The misty, winter air clings to me as I trudge,

Over frosty grey grass making an unsatisfactory crunch.

Age 13

Loud giggling, distant chatter,

Insecure girls, girls I dislike.

Some kind girls, but I am too shy.

My close friends aren’t here,

The people...