By: Melanie Rosales
When we were little we took in the world around us, with no expectations, seeing as the faces behind the glass watched us play along. We were running around, laughing, having not a care in the world and now suddenly pushed into a never-ending corner, suffocating with no solution. In a world of false hope and fantasy we can’t seem to shake. Where does it end? Has the best summer of my life been stripped away? Is it selfish of me to dream of my 8th grade graduation when thousands of people all over the world are taking their last breaths? As I lay at home, I ponder all the missed opportunities when I didn’t take the chance, the group projects I hated doing in class, and the teachers who I thought cared too much. I reminisce about the moments I cheered until I couldn’t any more, dancing with my friends in the rain and being the shoulder to cry on as we talked about our silly problems. I miss those silly problems. I distract myself by blasting music in my ears as I run until my legs are screaming, “stop!” so I don’t think too much about what’s going on. But as my shoes strike the ground each time I simply remind myself,
“do not become the face behind the glass.”