saxon bennett

Election night was terrifying. We all saw it happen, but no one saw it coming. This is how it went down with me:

My heart pounded as the votes started coming in. Hillary-3, Trump-19.  I looked over at Layce. “Should I be freaking?

“No. See all those states,” Layce said, pointing at the map on the television. “Those are hers.”

I watched as she lost more states to the red devils.

“She’s losing Florida,” Layce said, chewing on her fingernails.

“She’s going to lose. On Twitter they are giving the election to Trump as 55%,” I said.

I went upstairs, put Pink Floyd on, sat in my bean bag chair and tried to find that 14 year-old girl who didn’t have to think of big things—like being rounded up for being gay.

More losses.

Upstairs, I lay on my bed in the dark. I sent out energy to people to…

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