I remember those days where on the bus ride I was quiet.
Where I was called, "Chris's friend" and not by my real name.
Where I used to listen to strange conversations about accidently naming a child "Hiccup" because the mother had hiccupped when they asked for the child's name.
Where someone gets dared to eat a Habanero pepper, and actually does it, and freaks out on the bus.
Where people thought I was in 7th, and not 6th.
Where I accidently wore the same t-shirt as a kid on the bus.
Where I did not know any of the people on the bus.
Where am forced to watch and listen to weird videos and songs.
Oh wait, that last one was yesterday.
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Poem Collection
PoesiaWe had to make a Six Poem collection for Language Arts in 7th Grade, so I decided to post them here as they are sitting in a pile doing nothing.
