Not poem. . . but a story (Part3)

by sammi   May 3, 2005


So I'm happy for the moment
Here I am sitting in a wood chair
in my pretty black skirt with my hair put up and I'm smiling yes happy for once i spent the weekend at my aunts and she made me feel great she didn't make me clean she paid me for what she did ask me to do didn't make me cook she said i could if i wanted to so i did then i come back here to school and start to be sad at the fact i have no date to the 8th grade graduation and that the guy i like likes me and wont tell me he does and that my friend never has time for me and then the rest of them pretend to be scared of me because I'm a bisexual I'm not going to make moves on them so why do they always make fun of me and treat me horrible maybe they aren't really my friends and Ashley and molly and the people who once hated me but then made up with me and realized we were just alike are my real friends

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