The Life
By Sade, age 14, Connecticut
This thing we call a life, was given to us gently.Then we had to care for it, on our own.
It starts off great, time we could waste, playing with our friends and drawing pretty pictures.
All that is replaced with tests, exams and drama, caddy girls and undecided boys, not knowing who you are in the midst of human beings.
This thing we call life, no longer is sweet, you can call it rough and scary, because you're not used to being on your own.
Only the tough will survive, and the weak will follow, but at the end of the day we are still on our own.