bomb_threat
raze someone called the school and said they were going to blow it up. no one thought they were serious about it, but they had to at least tell us what was going on, in case it really happened.

i walked home for lunch. i didn't have my own key yet. i stood in the driveway, too hot in a shirt that wasn't meant for the summer. i rolled up my sleeves and felt sweat sting my eyes until the threat of sunburned elbows drove me into the garage.

i looked through boxes the woman who was almost my stepmother threw in there so she wouldn't have to think about them. i found one of her wedding pictures. i'd never seen her so young. she looked like she was laughing. her husband looked like he wanted to be somewhere else with someone else. all i knew about him was he was a deadbeat dad who sent his teenage daughter a card with some money in it for her birthday every year.

i don't think she even knew what he looked like anymore.

when our lunch period was almost over, i caught rob and sean walking down kildare, heading back to school. they stopped and asked me what i was doing. i told them i lived here. i was staying home for the rest of the day. i didn't feel like becoming human shrapnel so early in the school year. they smirked and walked away.

the truth was i didn't care so much about some anonymous person's imaginary bomb turning me to pulp. i was more interested in staring at a piece of someone else's life that once meant everything to her and now meant so little it was buried beneath a pile of junk in a box that was buckling under the weight of all the forgotten things it held.
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raze (you're always so kind, kerry. and i've been wanting to tell you: the poems you've been writing lately are so powerful.) 211231
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