Dear Mrs. Phillips.

You know, I have thought about you over the years. You were the meanest, most awful teacher I have ever had (right up there with Mrs. Campbell). You ruined my life when you didn't give me those crayons, that day that you handed them out to everyone.

And you know what?...

I remember you hitting Dustin in the back with a ruler. Uh huh. And so does everyone else. I don't know why we never said anything.

Now that I think of it, perhaps someone did. Maybe that why you retired.

Or maybe you were just old.


Love,
Porsha

Let Me Be Your Healing Star

I don't know how to begin to rebuild my life. I'm not sure if I had everything together before but at least I felt like I was a part of things, somewhat.

I feel like an alien who can't go back to their home-planet. But, I'm without cool superpowers.