I sat
My usual spot,
Near the back,
Not so far back
But
Near the back.
No one sits next to me
For of course
I'm a nobody
Nobody surrounds me,
I must be early.
I unpack my things
Books
Pens
Things.
When someone says
One word:
"Hi"
Who?
Why?
I look up,
A shy smile
A boy.
Brown hair,
Blue eyes,
Red lips,
The autumn air whispers in my ear
"Hi"
"I'm Tim, Timothy Dean."
"Um, I'm Sam, Samantha Green."
"Haha, we rhyme."
And with that
He sat
Next to me...
