I walk to Agriculture. I've had this class for 3 years. Ms. James is nice, she likes the way I think she says I have a lot of promise. I see a boy with dark hair and a batman T-shirt I'm already in love, Travis, I hear his name. Every time he makes a stupid joke I giggle. I hate myself so much. We walk in class I sit where I sat last year, as Ms. James drones on about her respect rules and treating others with kindness. I stare out the window, a man is mowing the school lawn I watch as the green blades fly through the air, its a deep sent I can almost taste it. The bell rings. I see a couple of people I know from last years at school. I smile at them politely. Silently I wish I was at home smoking and listening to my music. Next class, Mr. Beyer, he's a tall man, bald, he has Harry Potter glasses. He seems nice, gentle. Mr. Beyer talks to us about how if anyone of us needs to talk to him we can. He seems genuine. I'll note that his room is covered with quotes from Martin Luther King Jr. to Jesus. Oh Crap. A Christian. I bet when knows I'm an atheist, him and his congregation of fanatics will burn me to the stake. I shiver at the idea. I reach my hand back at Lamona, she high fives my hand hard, its our thing, It's also our thing to push each other in the hall way. I call her nerd, she calls me dork. We support each other.
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I Will Soon Forget The Color Of Your Eyes And You'll Forget Mine.
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