I can’t, like breathe
I think he’s looking over here
But wasn’t he just making out with Kristi?
Whatever. Her hair is ratchet.
They envelop my feet with a fuzzy warmth
With their light brown color they never clash
I feel envious eyes as I walk down the halls
I am on top of the world
Colored leaves fall to the ground
A cold breeze whispers through the trees
Elegant black leggings decorate store windows
The season is upon us