Microfiction 12th grade musing.
Smoked a joint last night. Hanging with the pack. Climbed the flag pole just for fun.
Football games get us going. We all cheer for our team.
Love to sneak a beer with my friends. High school days, loud mindless jokes and screams.
Came home a little drunk, a little tipsy. Fell asleep and dreamt of graduation.
Woke up in a fuzz. Couldn’t remember my locker combination, still in a buzz.
Another toke with friends at lunch. School days fading away with a rush.
Meeting the future so fast, an awakening eye-opening punch.
