Kenna- 15 Years Old
I bounce on the tips of my toes as I wait for Stoney to pick me up. I look back at the balcony to my grandma’s apartment and see that Mark is standing outside watching me. I salute him and look down the block. I’m stupid excited and can’t help but shift around in place. Last year I scored so well in my freshman placement classes that the school put me into Advanced Placement English. The teacher for the class Mrs. Summin was warm and encouraging. She was always scolding me for speaking in slang but praised my written word, especially my poetry. I wrote a piece about the complicated relationship I had with my grandmothers’ death earlier this year, and she decided to submit for a statewide contest. I won for our borough, and was now participating in a live event for the
