Memories of Emily: Run Part 1

Toni

Time rotates like fluid through the universe, the clock of the universe ever ticks as I endlessly run in that tasking place that leads to more of that terrible place until I stop and lose myself in the ether that lifts and carries me to that beautiful girl, whose smile fills me with joy, letting me know all will be okay as I take her hand and walk with her into the void of the forgotten.  

The drone of the popular bus-kids making DS comments ended summer's sanctuary as I stared out the window on the way to school. Frankie and Ronnie Smith’s ass beatings in ninth grade quarantined ridicule to the popular girls and mainly the jocks who felt strong enough in numbers to lay their hands on me, but their feelings changed on the first day of tenth grade.