The white orb in the sky was eternal, much like our anguish to the world that kept us on a tight leash. In this mockup reality, even the heat of the sun was more forgiving and seemingly less harmful. From the outside looking in we were the shining poster children, picture-perfect, undoubtedly from an affluent neighborhood. Our hair was kept shiny and healthy, our clothes fitted our stature, and our belongings were void of excessive wear and tear. Outside these walls, we imagine profound silence. No whispers of the threat of imminent failure. Nor the atmospheric pressure to conform. Here air has always been constricted. Only those worthy enough shall breathe a little. The rest of us were left choking, drowning in an endless stream of shame.
We trudged the polished hallways of tired education, dragging our wretched projects and deadlines, leaving trails of useless awards. Beams of white light followed us from the windows, framing a frosted picture of a childhood we were never allowed to have. We suppose we were the privileged ones, yet teens on the other side were the ones frolicking under the sun. All we get are manufactured experiences calculated to maximize its function which will cultivate our interests and occupy our time beneficially.
No matter. Once the blasted sun is down and all our responsibilities are locked away, we children of the night may emerge from the crevices of the cold earth. We convene under the new moon, eager to devour each and every inch of what the shadows can offer us. We let loose of the entangled spirit within. The stars will become our loyal guide. Nothing will stop us from tasting the syrupy essence of adolescence. The limit is beyond.
We aid and abet ourselves. It is us, the newly minted darkness, and a feral desire to escape our norms. Not once did it cross our impressionable minds to halt momentarily. Perhaps reflect on the intricate implications of our circumstances. Never in our wildest dreams did we imagine a rift forming within us. The illusion we crafted to ensure the surface credibility of the community molded its way into our subconscious. It became our reality. We meant to blow off some steam and it instead fogged our vision. This was the definitive beginning of our adventures under the moon.