ffsdaosjadhsadfhlgsadljfgaskudhfgsafgsladjfgsladj fglsjadhfglfgslaj dfljsdghafljasdh flasjdhfglasj fslajfgd flsajgsajdhfglasjfg dfl gaflasjdhfg lasjfhg saldjfh gasldjasj fgaefyg waeufyg wuaey waefygwauefgy efgyo wuoaefgyawuefgyuw aefywuae fgyefgyvsduya fasudyfg afgywaupfgw uaeyfguywe gafwye fguywegaf upaweyfuias psduyafgpafgweupafgy wpaeuy fgwaefg wefgy
By: Clayton Turner
Within the world of normality and what’s morally scene, we seek as people to escape the routine that is seen as what is right and enter the forbidden nature of things we can’t explain. High School seems to depict this scenario only because of the pressure that most of its inhabitants receive from home and how society illustrates us as miniscule minded individuals whose only desire is to tear apart the foundation that built their establishment. Wandering the halls, roaming indifferently because you don’t have time to go to parties like in middle school because of your commitment and love to sports and as well as focusing on your academics to allow you to leave this suburban life away from the regularity. Descending into disparity because your parents continually close them selves from you masking their emotions within or lashing out at you for the hate and anguish which subsides in them for each other. Allowing your thoughts to process on the bus ride over, you completely emerge into a state of consciousness without even being aware. Finally, ending the day after practice, the walk home seems to be perennial as if time itself was being manipulated and contorted to stop, as if moving nowhere, never becoming closer or farther from your destination. The motivation within me is too strong for me to stop and my heart and my soul will be the fuel to carry my body when my limbs are to weary. I will never falter and never lose focus as long as my heart still beats and I will never give in to the evil that is weakness.