Sammy's POV:
I couldn't find any of the boys. Luc told me he was going to be in his art studio but when I went he wasn't there. I searched the cafeteria and the courtyard but nothing.
Finally I snuck into the dorm, low and behold they were sitting there... in my scarves and hats. They had long scrolls of paper and Lenny was standing on one their trunks reading off the paper. He stopped reading once I opened the door.
"What are you doing?" I stood in the doorway, very confused.
"Ahh, dear sister Samantha!" Huey came over to me and pulled my hand towards him. He bent down and kissed it before drag me to sit with him and the others. "It is our weekly poetry reading, darling!" He said all of this in an overly dramatic British accent.
"What?" They hated poetry.
"It keeps our juices flowing!" Lenny said with pursed lips.
"Juices?"
"You know the creative kind!"
I sighed and gestured for Lenny to read.
He cleared his throat, "There was a boy named Jack. He had a large rack. Turns out the reason he was so mean is because he was a Jolene!"
The boys clapped and bravoed as Lenny bowed.
"Huh?"
Lenny sighed, "My dumb sister, obviously the poem was about a boyish looking lady! How could you not know that?"
"Forgive me, Your Grace." I rolled my eyes.
Huey went and stood on the trunk and flipped my long pink scarf dramatically. "Roses are red, Violets are blue, I took out the trash, whoops that was you." The applauded and Huey thanked them silently.
Aaron went up and coughed. "My mom is nice, She cooks us rice, She combed my hair, And looked for lice!"
"Beautiful!"
"Heartwarming!"
"Thank you, thank you!" He wiped away a fake tear. "It was a true story for my elementary years."
Luc stood up, "Inspiring!" They all started clapping again.
"Quick question." They all looked at me. "Why did you use such long paper? And what's with you wearing my hats and scarves?"
"Sam, the paper is for looks and so are the get ups!" Luc went and wrapped his scarf around my neck, pulling us closer together.
I rolled my eyes. "Of course they are." I laughed and grabbed my own hat.
We read stupid poetry until the other girls came in. They ended up joining us in their own hats and scarves.
YOU ARE READING
We S. H. A. L. L. Reign
RomanceSammy leaves America to attend the boarding school in London that her brother has been at for the past two years. She meets his friends but his annoyingly quiet best friend barely talks around her. Everyone calls him 'the life of the party' and a 'p...
