Her. (rough draft)

High School

Chemistry Class, 11th grade

I'm not good at science or math.

But she was.

But instead she focused on me.

Small flirtations that flew over my head. 

We fake date, I thought it would be cool.

Like those books I've read so many times before.

Where they always end up together.

That wasn't the case.

Semester ended, and so did we.

And we only talked occasionally.

But I always thought,

there was no one as pretty.

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Prom Night, 12th grade

I asked her to be my date.

She didn't even want to go. 

She said yes, 

and of course. She glowed.

She was beauty,

She was grace.

I may have won prom queen,

But she left me in second place.

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The Other Woman, 11th and 12th

She's a year younger.

Skinny and Blonde. 

Blue eyes and more than enough money to live on.

I'm told she's crazy, but she looked so nice.

But she is a blue eyed monster,

they are green.

Her whole being filled with jealousy.

She's possessive,

unkind.

Manipulative,

and mean.

Inconsiderate.

But she fits the beauty standard,

and has everything handed to her.

I wonder how she'll survive in the outside world.