The End and The Beginning.
If I could describe freshman year with one color it would be red. Red because the first thing I wrote was about the color red. It was a poem about the colors you see when you shut your eyes. I got a good grade and an a taste of the person I want to be and the writing I want in my life. The color red because its a reminder that puberty has punched us hard. We now stand in the hallways showing off our battle scars of acne and height. The color red because the young girls are not afraid to remind you of how bad cramps hurt and how tampons are tools used by only the brave. The color red because of how many boys blush at the thought of the female body and how gross periods are. Red shaking hands and nervous sweat on our faces. the color red because of the sunset we have watched together camping. Red because of anger. Red because of teenage love. We spend our last moments together. With childish sparks and wide smiles, metal bracts held together with red rubber. When we return we will wear the skin of new people. New souls.New hearts. We will be taller or smaller. Sad or happy. Even though this is true, the color red has touched all of us. Our roads have been splashed with paint, creating a new trail for an unfinished destiny.