clementa lowe } district 10 . cb

I've always wondered how much space was between the sun and I -- lying on my back supine and the sun kissing the freckles on my face, I raise my hand to it, light ebbing and flowing like a mother's lips between my bruised knuckles. 

Then I realized it doesn't matter. 

appearance:
ginger,
freckles,
short,
skinny,
crooked nose,
sweaty hands

At the end of the day, the sun sets and things change and sometimes you've just gotta remember that -- we shake hands. Two different color gloves, the sound of plastic rubbing together.

A bell rings.

I dig my fist into his ribs, the few kids watching applaud and somebody spits their gum onto the mat; "Mint vs Andres," on repeat in my head. 

personality:
jealous,
hateful,
kinduf a bitch,
soft spot for emberly,
protective,
flusters easy,
anxiety,
see me with those hands,
middle child syndrome

Emberly and I hold hands as our cousin is reaped beneath our pink noses -- Saffron Lowe. And I didn't care, seven years old and happy and content and it's just a name. One that just couldn't die, huh. 

history:
twin, youngest of 4,
high school cafeteria fights,
victor cousin randomly walks into ur life,
flower crown sisters,
boxer life see me with those hands,
super gay,
owned a cat once
it died