The Boy Wars

Chapter 3

When Mr. Hoffman tells us to start working on our rough drafts for our perry assignment, I bite the end of my eraser, so confused. I can hear the girl behind me writing away, I turn around and it looks like Carrie Horst, one of our schools best writers. She wins tons of awards and is on the newspaper staff.

"How do you do it?" I ask her. She looks up at me.
"Ella right?" She asks and I nod. "I just love to write, it's how I can explain my feelings to people. Plus I constantly read, so that helps me pick up types of writing." She explains to me.
"Can you help me out? I have no idea what to write." I ask her.
"Sure. What stuff do you like?"
"Art, sunsets, photography."
"That's great, but people write about that stuff all the time. How about this: who's your crush?" She asks me this and I freeze. I didn't know if I liked anybody, but I did feel special around Drake, I always have a smile on my face.
"I don't know, maybe Drake." I whisper to Carrie. She looks at him, confused.
"Drake Delgado? Really?"
"Shut up. Are you going to help me or not?"
"Fine, just start writing from your heart. Let your mind choose the words."
"Wow. Thanks Carrie." I tell her and turn around. I begin to write the first few words down.

"The cool April sun shines on his grin,
But if I loved him, it would be a sin.
For he is with another, so selfish and vain
Where he has admitted she's boring and plain
I wish he would see me, in a whole new light
For together we make the stars shine so bright
I do love him, truly, don't get me wrong
But is it right to love someone you haven't known long?
So I sit here and ponder about the glorious things we could be.
And they would come true, if he only loved me."

I stare at the paper and place my pencil down. It's ok, I guess and soon Mr. Hoffman passes by my desk. Great! Now I'm starting to rhyme! He grabs my paper and skims over it quickly.

"Class, I think you might want to hear Ella's poem." He states all boldly. He mentions me to go in front of the room and sit on an old wooden stool. I do as he says, and look at the crowd. So much diversity, and they're all focused on me.

"Um I wrote this, but yea here it goes." I say and them begin to read my poem. After I'm done reading it the applaud politely and I can see Carrie nodding her head.

"Now see class, that is what I expect you to write." He says and I race walk back to my desk and Drake high fives me. I'm too nervous to be around him, he has no idea the poem was about him. Soon the class is dismissed and I sit through Calculus and History, dreading for fourth period to come. No I wasn't proud that 4th period was Home Ec, but it was away from Drake, the last person I wanted to see right now.