Our poetry class

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   NONE OF THESE ARE MY CHARACTERS ( other then the teacher and random student) THEY ARE ALL PEOPLE FROM WHO MADE ME A PRINCESS! (WMMAP)
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  "Ok class pens down and start reading your poem about your partner to your partner!" Announced the teacher with a smug look on his face.

  "huh!?! You said we don't have to read it to one another" a student shouted mad that they got tricked!

  "Well... I lied. Ok now share your works!" The teacher clapped his hands looking very happy with himself.

  I turned around to face Lucas who was smirking!

  " So you want to share first or you want me to do it? "Lucas said as he was about to pick up my poem.

  'Of course out of everyone in class my partner just had to be HIM!'

  "You go first." I snatched my paper with my poem on it away from him, not to hard to make sure I'll not tare my hard work.

                                                   "Words can't express

                                          These feelings I can't suppress
  
                                              I'll try my best to impress

                                                  I think it's a success

                                            Considering my progress

                                         To make you what I possess
       
                                            May I make this request

                                 These feelings my brain cannot digest
                                     
                                      You are what makes me a mess
            
                                   Yet you are what makes me blessed

                                                     But nonetheless

                                                         I must confess

                                  These words are making me distressed

                                                       I'm having a contest

                                With a white dog who thinks he's the best

                                              I've told him to give it a rest

                                                Yet he still must protest

                                                          This is a quest

                                                    That I will be obsessed

                                                 And never get depressed"

  "Hey you ok? Your red as a tomato." Lucas leaned towards me who was a blushing mess.

  'Wait is that a confession? No it can't be we're only friends right? He must have ment something else right!?! Right!?!' I couldn't even react to what he just said like yes it's beautiful but is it a confession!?!

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