A/N: This was for a scholarship contest that I applied to last year. The prompt was to write about your coming-of-age moment.

It was less a firework and more like dusk—slow and sad, but necessary for a new light tomorrow. The pang in my chest was undoubtedly dulled by my previous epiphanies. I sat on the warm grass and mused over my actions.

Pain had made me vicious, rebellion and a poisoned mind had made me cynical. Now, however, as middle school ended and my mother and I packed to move away again, I could see it. Could see the unnecessary pain I put myself through.

Childishness had made me cruel… but now, so far from those corruptive influences, I calmed my tempestuous mind. Thought of sunshine, not dusk—and smiled.