My mornings are like the intro to a movie. I’ll set the scene. A lone camera follows me out of the band room. Crashing cymbals and scattered trumpet...
Honestly, I don’t remember most of freshman year. I think I tried to block it out so I could forget just how painfully awkward it was. I remember bi...
I used to lay down in my backyard all the time, no matter how much my mom yelled at me from my window. The grass would be wet from having been watered...
