Sarah Marriott

School: Staples High School
Grade: 12
1st year at YWI
I like the freedom to write whatever I want and the lack of negative critiscm. I also enjoy hearing the writing of others. I learned about the completely different styles writers develop

Monday

A week of reckless flirtation
He looked, I smiled, a dance on the pavement
The moon in the sky and the stars reflect on the pool
Whispered giggles and my clothes are drenched
And no one knows we’re here and we’ve got to be quiet

Match the still of the night

And we’re drinking a little
And the smoke from the cigarettes hovers above our bent heads
And we think we’re being spiritual
He thinks he’s real deep
Our philosophical conversations over the twang of electric guitars
And I read his journal
And he complains about society

And I can’t separate what’s real from what he wants to be real

His head in my lap
My fingers pulling through his soft, straight hair
Its down to his shoulders
And his facial hair is scratchy
But it doesn’t bother me
And there are beaches we’re walking barefoot
Cold and hot and the pressure
Pressure to act your age when really I’m fine with being 16

And the adrenaline rushes when it grows dark
The sound of his voice
His accent caressing my ears
And I don’t love him
And he thinks he knows everything

Sun sets and sunrises
We’re still here together
His hand brushes my side lightly
Alerting me to his presence
A kiss on the cheek
Pulls me to him again

And I still can’t separate what’s real from what he wants to be real