Barely Accepted

Byrd was overpopulated, tortured by the constantly growing city surrounding it. Flocks of students came to Byrd everyday, aged desks cracked under the perpetual pressure of a sleeping head. The spines of yellow textbooks snapped, when opened one time too many. Ceilings grew brown as water seeped through the rusted, red pipes. Carpets told the story of a spilt drink or an exploded pen. The whole place was a structural storybook, each new undiscovered paragraph could be found etched into a desk, balled up into a dirty corner, or stuck to the back of a chair. There was no way to tell, you had to be one hell of a reader to understand the place. It was Hope’s last year at Byrd; the place was more of a mystery to her than ever. Written in a original and poetic style. This book is meant to chronicle the awkwardness, the nostalgia, and beauty of the most hurried days of adolescence.