Even if the light leaves us

As Blue as Blue

"Yo Camo."
"Sup Bro."
"You coming to Lydia's sisters party tonight." Said Derek
"Izzy's having a party." I said with confusion.
"Yeah and that college guy Adam is gonna be there."
"Why would he be there."
"Uhh he's her boyfriend you dipshit."
He said with an are you an idiot tone.
"She just got back and already has a boyfriend wow."
"Of course she does she's hot like Victoria secret model hot."

"Ok class I am your new creative writing teacher miss macintosh and to day we are all gonna write a poem about... a feeling an emotion you have 15 minutes go."

Just then she walked in blue hair and everything.
"Ahh you must be miss fisher I'm sure you all know of her Isobel why don't you take a Seat next to mr black we are writing poetry."
"Yes miss." She reapplied an then fumbled up the stairs head hung low.

"You may all start."
I tried to focus but my eyes travelled back to her every 2 minutes.
"She dyed her hair." I whispered to Ben.
"No shit Sherlock."
"It looks nice that way."
"Dude don't you have a girlfriend remember your dating her sister." He so annoyingly reminded me.

"I..I know can't a guy compliment there girlfriends sister these days."
"Uhh no."
"Whatever."

For the next five minutes we worked in silence until the teacher spoke up.
"Ok now we will read them out loud to the class mr black would you like to go first."

"Umm sure."
I stumbled to the front and looked at the White Paged notebook that I held in my hands.
"As I looked out at the sea all I felt was sorrow in me
And as the night came to a close I drifted of into a doze
She was gone my one true love her hand fit in mine just like a glove but where there is death there is hope
Gods wolves howling in the night the moon to scared to come out at light I ssee her one last time as my doze comes to a close." I spoke my last 7 word breath shaking.
"Very good mr black now you may take your seat and miss fisher how about you give it a shot I've heard your quite the poet."

"Sure." She said and walked quietly to the front.

"Um my poem is called envy." She said and raised her notebook so she could read it.
"The girls in my class...beautiful the girls in my school...Even more so
Why couldn't I be pretty did I have a boyfriend yes was I popular I guess but I envied them I envied her she was pretty, she was smart, she was my best friend sure those other girls are my friends but not true friends they are suck ups pretenders pretty little pretenders but she was true she didn't care about my family's money or the big house I lived in she cared about me and that why she was true that's why I envied her truth for i could never compete with her truth." She then sat down and then class ended.

"I will see you all tomorrow have a good day everyone." I waved to my surprisingly kind teacher then i left Ben it toe with izzy in my mind