i turned to see her, and immeadiately brought my eyes back to Mr.Phil and he looked at me, motioning me to come over. "Phil?" I asked, "whyd you call me over?" "Just cause, write a poem about something nice kay?" I nodded and skipped off.
--5 minutes later--
"Done!" I called out, "lets hear it then." Mr.Phil smirked; i suppose he's very particular on poems. "Very well then" i inhaled;
'roses are red,
violets are blue,
youll never know me but i already know you...
i see the darkness in light and the light in darkness,
however, you fit in neither catergory. Not much to my likeness.
you think youre winning when i know you blew it,
oh im sorry, that wasnt a threat now was it?'
i finished, out of breath and heart racing like one of those race cars on the main road: reckless and unique. I was just starting to day dream off when a loud bang snapped me out from it.
i looked up from my paper at Mr.Phil, who looked absolutely stunned. 'I hope that look's for a good reason' i silently prayed; "wow" i heard hands clapping slowly, "was i that bad??? I was, wasnt i?" I cried out, face in palms when i felt an hand on my head.
"No, no, it was amazing Clarissa." He said softly, "i was just surprised you could write like that." He continued. I smiled at Mr.Phil and he smiled back at me, returning to his place again.
"who's next?" He asked the class and, she, raised her hand. "Ok, Cempaka?" He questioned, "are you ready?" "Yes sir, ready as ever." She smiled, voice laced with sarcasm as she started;
'Ha!
You think youre so brave?
Always counting yourself first, when you KNOW im their fave.
oh, sorry; was that too harsh for your little mind to handle?
wretch please, ill burn you out like how i burnt this candle!
come on, try me...
leave us now, or face me'
it made me shudder. She REALLY wanted me gone; i thought the same, sure, but not to this extent.
This means war.
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