"Hey again."
I tried talking to you but you ignored me. I wasn't hurt though because I saw you ignored everyone else in the classroom as well.
We have an assignment to do and we are supposed to be partners, but you don't want to work with me. I wish you did want to work with me, so then we could talk to each other and I could be close enough to you to feel your warmth, so then maybe we could become friends.
You don't even notice me. Or you don't want to notice me.
Do I smell? Or is there broccoli in my teeth?
YOU ARE READING
Flower On The Sidewalk
Historia Corta"I hate you." "I love you..." "I hope you die!" "I am..." "Go to hell!" "I don't want to..." "...." "...."
