Hey guys! I'm sneaking this in just in case you guys were hoping for another chapter.
But jeez, high school is harsh. But I made this poem.
What Does She Have? -By Me
Look at her, as he blushes. She smiles, being so perfect.
He gives her his phone, "Can I have your phone number?" She says yes and brushes away some hairs.
"See you tomorrow," as she walks away then turns to me gesturing for me to follow. I follow but I watch her carefully.
Look at her, a beautiful tan, perfect start hair freshly dyed, brown eyes, short but healthy and thin.
What does she have that I don't have?
I ask my sister but she shrugs. "It's your personality and the way you act," she says with honesty, "You have too much emotion coming out from you."
I stare at the window and think.
I'm not perfect. Not cool. Not cared for. I annoy people by how I react. I am too much.
Too much me.
What am I to people?
"She is cool. Guys like to talk to her because she doesn't overreact. She's a chill popular girl." I say, my sister looks at me and agrees.
I wished she didn't
She is so much more than I am.
And yeah, that's my poem. Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to write some fanfic. Anyone got any ships for me.
See ya tomorrow!
Question of the day: Have you met anyone prettier or hotter than you?
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