Driving down St. Charles Avenue
Like you’ve done a million times before
Yet, this time feels different
You feel a whole new freedom
You roll down the windows and let down your hair
Like you are the cliché in a cheesy movie
You feel unstoppable
But then reality hits you
As you get closer and closer to the
Big, red light
Its inevitable stop just waiting to welcome you
Anticipating the red turning to green
The clock is ticking; the song on the radio has alreadychanged,
Your foot is hovering over the gas pedal
The guy next to you is trying to scarf down a hamburgerbefore the light turns green
While banging his head back and forth to some rap song
This light couldn’t be any longer…
Ashley, age 16