we had similar things
we were competing in
it was both a speech type of thing
so it meant that
we would be practically
spending the day together
this was great
amanda wasnt here
it was just me and him
our previous years math teacher
called us over
spewing words all over the place
on how
"they didnt have enough people
for all of the competitions
and that me and him
would have to do
Art History"
we didnt have a say in the matter
it was just going to happen now
we returned to the overrun table
not really knowing what was going on
i inhaled a few breakfast tacos
to keep me from
freaking the fuck out
and he...
he played among us
and occasionally posed
for my photos
over and over again
i ran through my speech
over and over again
i fucked up my speech
i sat there for hours
my adrenaline melted away
as i waited for it to be time
to fuck up my speech
with public witnesses
i think he had to go first
so he left me alone
trying not to cry
as i accepted
that this wasnt going to
go well
and so it was my turn
to walk up the stairs
to the holding room
where we waited
i plastered on my smile again
and walked in the door
to the room that would
be my safe haven
before i died
some of my tension melted
away as i saw him
sitting at a computer
i felt myself relax
as i walked and sat next to him
i was shaking
but he was smiling
so i was smiling too
the rest of the time was a blur
i was 8F1
and they were calling
us by this id
one after another
people went
he went
everyone went
and eventually i was alone
with my school counselors
they asked if i was nervous
so i took it as my chance
to explain why
i was going to fail so
miserably
then the staff lady walked in the room
8F1, she had said
and i walked down the hall
stood next to a door
shaking so hard
reading my speech
over and over and over again
the door opened
and an old man
beckoned me in
asked me a few questions
and told me to begin
whenever i was ready
i took a deep breath
I had this...
the first part of my speech
flashed in my brain
"without title 9 I probably wouldn't be standing here giving you this speech."
and i opened my mouth to begin
YOU ARE READING
Regarding Him
Poetry-I hated him. Now he's my best friend. And I accidentally fell in love with him.- -----Regarding Him is that story, watch my dramatic ass as i cry way too much. Hate me, love me, laugh at me, cry with me, maybe even find yourself in me. Whatever you...
