Life, Intercepted "Nothing's real in 7th grade," I was reminded over and over again, but for once in my life, something was. I had finally finished the poem's tenth draft, each version coming closer and closer to describing the insatiable emotions within me. At the age of 13, attempting to squeeze an infatuation with a girl I knew merely from a distance on a single piece of paper was more than a challenge. There was no …showed first 75 words of 491 total…

…showed last 75 words of 491 total…hand removed the paper from our control. The harsh quickness of the teachers movements disconcerted the perfect moment in my life. As she opened the note with her liquid movements, she began reading to herself, "You say close your eyes, tell me what you see..." Then I watch as she crumples the note into a ball so dense that love could never escape. With a carefree moment, she drops the small ball into the wastebasket.