Sista-Secca

She was the most popular girl at school, I was the least. She had it all: the boy, the phone, the car, and the looks. I had nothing, except for the acne, the cellulite, the bus ticket and A.D.D. Our paths would never cross, as that was the rule of the cliques; those from the popular group would not talk to the outcasts, and vice versa. This rule was not written down on any document, we all knew it like it was written in black and white on the front of the school’s brown brick facade. The only time interaction would occur was when a ‘popular’ person wanted one of us to do their school work. The plain, white, boring walls reflec

TRIBAL STRENGTH The smell of sweat, mud and blood fills my nostrils, the sight of thousand of people jumping, pointing and shaking their fists and the sounds of chanting, cheering and jeering pierced my contemplating thoughts. The full effect striking, like a boa constrictor on a helpless hare, at my vulnerable senses nearly throwing me off balance. Suddenly a horn is heard, echoing, drowning out the protests of many for a few spilt seconds and then chaos erupts more prominent than before, like lions roaring at one another to protect their pride-lands. The chaos then moves, the stomping of feet, the pushing and shoving of elbows and the groa