During English I sat next to Marshall. Throughout the lesson Marshall kept giving me weird looks as if I was sick.
"What?" I asked while writing my poem.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes." How could be ask me if I'm alright? My face began to turn bright red, this time with rage. I had finished writing my poem. It read:
I have found that once in a lifetime friend.
He has my back through anything.
Supports anything and everthing I do.
I love him so much I hate him.
Why do i feel this way?
Marshall peered down at my work.
"I...is this how you feel? A..about F... Finn?"
I shook my head. The bell went, I was saved. Marshall was speechless. Why did I wright the poem? I'm so... so....STUPID!
"Marcy?" Oh no, now I was crying, again. I ran out of class and towards maths.
Btw I didn't wright the poem. I found it on the interent.
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