Love Is Like A Poem
(first day of Junior year in highschool for Maliyah)
Maliyah:
I walk into school ready to face another boring year, pointless unless I go to college. The only fun thing is track ,which the season won't start until later in the school year, and my friends' witty spoken humor and banter. I make my way to English class after homeroom ,helping a few freshman find their classes on the way, making me late for my first class... on the first day of school "great" I think to myself, because im late im sat in the front row next to a tall-ish looking guy with medium tan skin, medium brown hair, green and brown eyes, and braces, he glances at me and smiles as I sit down and he quickly turns his head to face his notebook that is empty except for a small sketch in the corner. This year we introduce writing and performing poems, an idea I'm not completely repelled by because I love writing and as an ex-theater kid, performing is my specialty, I can tell the guy next to me also likes the idea because I can hear him mutter under his breath "yes,easy" he sort of sings the last word and I giggle, very unlike me but I brush it off , he seems to notice my amusement and he turns and gives another smile, I smile back, again very unlike me but just like before I brush it off, I look around the room to see if I can find Sophie and Gracy Lyn ,my best friends since middle school, because to perform our poems we need partners. I look around until I finally admit defeat, Sophie and Gracy Lyn aren't in this class and I do not want to partner with a stranger. I turn back to my desk to see the boy next to me looks a bit upset, so I ask him "what's wrong?" and he starts " My friends aren't here, and I have no one to partner with." he said in a sad voice, I suddenly burst out "My friends aren't here either, we can be partners'' the brown haired boy agrees and I am sat there in shock it was SO unlike me to burst out like that and on top of that ask some random to be my partner?! I was confused with myself , it's like my body and mind said "NO!" but my heart took over and I just had to ask, I felt so different sitting next to him and Im not mad or sad about it, it feels good to... be nice, it sounds horrible but it's true in just not my nature to be so open and happily invite people into my circle. I mean at least he's nice... and hot, no yeah that's the best part he's hot,sorry, i'm just being honest.
Elisiah:
I walked into school a bit later than I would've liked because my sister takes FOREVER to get ready and I had the pleasure of dropping that brat off at school today. I walk into class almost late on the first day but i made it just in time, as the teacher is about to start her lecture and welcome us to a new year of learning at Jonathan Fisher High School, they say that every year, a girl sorry not just a girl the most beautiful girl i've ever seen walks in the room she has light tan skin, dark brown hair almost black, and green eyes hidden behind perfectly crafted frames, her style is cute but i can tell she's already mad, but when i hear what the teacher says my mood is immediately lifted, she was sat next to me i gave her a quick smile and i wish i didn't , a smile wouldn't help her feel any better about today why did i smile i should've AT LEAST said hi OH MY GOSH, to hide my embarrassment i look down at my paper and continue sketching in the corner of my page, i love to draw and if i could take art class and art class only for the whole school day i would, unfortunately i have class but for our first project we have to write and perform poems " yes, easy" i sing under my breath i can hear a small giggle come from my left side so i look and the amazing girl had giggled at my silliness, as she looks around the classroom for a partner i do the same looking for my best friend and future best man at my weding, Josiah, i cant find him so i look for some of my other friends with no luck, NONE of my friends are in this class, damn, i turn back to face the front of the room again when i hear the angelic voice of the girl next to me "whats wrong?' she asked and i tell her whats up and she asks me to be her partner, sort of excitedly i say yes and i see her face turn into regret almost instantly, i feel embarrassed again so i look down until i hear her mutter something "---nice----hot—" and my confidence is suddenly boosted.
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Love Is Like A Poem
Romance2 teenagers who never noticed the other before get paired together for a project and end up falling in love through both of their love for writing.