Bench Assignment
A Bench on Nineteenth Street: Sitting With My Thoughts Before Growing Up I woke up to the sound of light rain and the soft noise of wet leaves moving under people’s feet outside. It was not loud rain, just small drops, like the sky was whispering. I washed my hands and stood in front of the mirror longer than usual. I looked at my face carefully. My eyes were tired, my skin looked pale, and my body felt heavy. I looked like someone who did not sleep enough, someone who was already tired before the day even started. This face belonged to a student who had to go to Sutherland School on Nineteenth Street. I checked the time. It was eight o’clock. My heart jumped a little. I thought I was late again. BOOP!!! My phone made a short sound. A notification. Another reminder that time does not stop for anyone. I got dressed quickly and stepped outside. The air hit my face right away. It was cold, fresh, and clean. Nineteenth Street looked busy, like always. It feels like ...
