The Unlikable (Book One) // h.s. [COMPLETE]

Chapter 13

"Good afternoon class!" Ms. Meyer exclaimed.

"Good afternoon Ms. Meyer," we all sighed. This was our usual Friday routine. On Friday's we would write poems, short stories, essay's, or anything that interested us. So Friday's were my favorite days. I loved writing. It just made me happy.

Nothing in the world made me so...so peaceful. It had been like this since I was a pre-teen. I started writing nonsense in my journals and found myself actually beginning to write full stories. And now I wrote anything that came to my mind. I carried my journal with me everywhere in my purse. You never know when you might get inspiration from somewhere, or something, or even someone.

"Today we are going to look at a few pieces of work from the students in this class room. Don't worry! Everything is anonymous. No one will know if it is your work unless you say something," she worried me for a second.

"First, one." On the projector their was a poem written out.

 

The end of the night

We should say goodbye

But we carry on

While everyone's gone

 

 

Never felt like this before

Are we friends or are we more?

As I'm walking towards the door

I'm not sure

 

 

But baby if you say you want me to stay

I'll change my mind

'Cause I don't wanna know I'm walking away

If you'll be mine

Won't go, won't go

So baby if you say you want me to stay, stay for the night

I'll change my mind.

 

 

Lean in when you laugh,

We take photographs

There's no music on

But we dance along

Never felt like this before

Are we friends or are we more?

As I'm walking towards the door

I'm not sure

 

 

"Now class, what do you think the author is portraying in this poem?" she asked sitting on her wooden stool in the front by the board where the projection was displayed.

"I think the author is battling their feelings towards who they like," a girl from the front row spoke.

"May very well be," Ms. Meyer smiled. "Callie, what do you think the author is feeling?"

I re-read it and questioned myself. Whoever wrote this was brilliant. "I think they are trying to prove their feelings towards the person of interest. But they're scared of what he or she might think. When in reality they both feel the same way. The author at first is starting to question their feelings for the subject whether they are friends or more. Then the author starts believing they should be more. And then at the end, he's doubting if he should be feeling like this."