Personal Narrative: Ambition In High School

How it feels to be tired like me
I am tired, but have not lost hope for the future. The exhausting Louis Vuitton bags under my eyes express themselves with ambition.
I remember the first time I stayed awake throughout the night till a beaming light peaked through the window and hit my face like the touch of a baby's hand. Although the morning had risen, the moon had just come up. In the intensity of rushing to school, the need for pleasing others with looks has gone past me. The knots and tangles I feel in my stomach have also reached my hair as I pull parts of my day out of the strands.
The front porch creaks as I walk out for school. Every sound is a wee reminder regarding each bone cracking in my body as a young girl with dusty spider webbed