The Beginning
So it's come to this,
The last night of freedom,
Before the curse of school,
The torment of socializing,
The mundanity of homework
Tomorrow is the day,
I return,
With a target on back,
Who do I have,
To thank for that?
I could say,
But he'd be awfully mad
Yet I'm still anxious,
In a happy sense,
To enter high school,
To sing and dance,
Because surely,
That happens in real life.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryNova loves three things: food, her computer, and her music. She might love Gage too, but why even try? She's Nova the Nobody. This "book" is told through poems. See the Author's Note.
