Wild Cherry Park is beautiful,
Especially now that it's summer.
There's always benches available
For us to
Sit on and enjoy
Our ice cream.
In fact, during the days,
When the sun is plunged into
A sea of sky,
There are barely any benches that
Have not been splattered with
Colour and
Sprinkles.
A fascinating artwork
Of flavours and textures.
Will, Lauren and I were sitting in a tree at
Wild Cherry Park.
Then you appeared,
With some of your 'mates',
That are, as Lauren puts it,
'Part of the wrong crowd'
And grouped together under our tree.
I imagined Lauren or Will pushing me out
Of the branches and
Landing on top of you then
You'd have to take notice.
We all peered through the branches and saw you
And there was a cigarette going round.
I am happy to
Point out you
Refused.
Then your friends
Started to talk about
People from our school.
Funny words were used
And surprisingly, you spoke their language.
You laughed at the
Insults and
Agreed with everything
They said.
Then they brought Lauren
Up in conversation.
The things that were being said-
I wanted to put my
Hands over Lauren's ears
To prevent her from hearing
Their conversation.
Will put a comforting hand on hers
And they both looked
At their hands on the branch.
At that moment,
You looked up
And saw us watching you,
Our three pairs of eyes
Trying to slice you and
Your friends into little pieces.
You didn't respond
You just flickered over our faces and
Then went back to
Your friends.
None of them looked up.
But wasn't it weird that
We had been sitting in the tree
And then you had
Chosen that one
Among many in the park
Fate had twisted with my
Mind again
And I wondered
Whether that meeting
Was supposed to happen.
I wish it didn't though
As Lauren was
Silent for
The rest of the day
And there was nothing Will
And I could do
Even though
We collaborated to
Buy her the most
Expensive ice-cream
From the van.
She didn't mean to
But she just stared at it
And watched it melt
In her hands.
Sometimes I do hate you,
Because you
Could've
Done something to stop
The words.
After all, Lauren must have meant something
To you
Once.
I hope you sit in
Recently melted ice-cream.

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Novela JuvenilBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}