And the fireflies lit up the field in between the trees and all around us as I took the turns speeding without the brakes and wishful thinking (that was soon crushed by one too close and the sight of an empty court) still in my head as I ignored my responsibilities toward you and only played a song that wasn't painful (which made me skip way too many) and depending on what was next as the sweat dripped down my face and refusing to tie my hair back because I welcomed the wind (no matter how polluted) to come and tangle my hair.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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