Unhappy Christmas

What did you get for Christmas? Was it something nice? I’m sitting here in Casualty, My face is packed with ice. I dread it every Christmas, They never give me toys, Daddy will get drunk again, His nights out with the boys.

Grade Twelve: My Final Year of High School

This is the best part of my teenage life…and yet it’s so hecticccc!! Don’t get me wrong, this probably is going to be the best part of my teenage life, but it’s just too much stress. I think many of my peers will agree to that as well. I have so much stuff to do and not enough time, can Continue reading Grade Twelve: My Final Year of High School

Misunderstandings

My mother raised me in priority neighbourhoods all my life. She never once acknowledged the repercussions that definitely seem to follow. I can remember the day I was moving into Jane and Finch, and we were given a tour of the home by the superintendent.