Iridescent Milestone

Saanvi Tatipalli, Staff Writer

Everyone around

“Click” pause “Click”

On their iridescent dreams

Adjusting their shirts

Taking deep breaths

Biting their nails

Wiggling their toes

Brushing off the dust

On their plain black hoodies

Watching the tiny split

Between the border

Of the wooden table

In which a gumball is stuck

Everything suddenly becomes clear

Because only then do they hear

The sound of scribbling

Do they see

Dribbles of sweat

Do they taste

The silent fear

Do they think

One click

On the iridescent screen

To make my destiny

Or break it