Friends
First period;
a test, science.
One I probably would've known about
had I paid attention.
Maybe even studied.
Oh well,
just another failure to record
I sped through it,
feeling somewhat certain.
So I hopped on my phone,
I didn't talk to anyone here anyhow.
They didn't like me.
Or--
they didn't know me,
and didn't bother to try.
So,
I didn't try to know them.
There was a text from a friend--
a "best friend."
And with no context--
no hi--
no good morning--
no how are you--
no I missed you--
just a phone number...
plus a damned winky face.
I gripped my phone.
I felt so frustrated;
so forgotten.
Even though, clearly,
she knew I still existed.
So, I replied:
a simple question mark.
...Left on read.
Degenerates
I did nothing,
not a thing,
to any of these degenerates.
The most I ever did
was "never" smile.
And as they stood over me,
taunting me,
I couldn't find a single reason
to curl up
the corners of my lips
and make them think,
even for a second,
that I was the least bit fond of any of them.
With my phone in hand,
earbuds in,
I sat scrolling through my phone
and reading comments on the song I was listening to.
That's all.
And these absolute assholes
came up to me insulting everything they could.
A tall, busty girl with tar black hair and way too much makeup,
with pearly claw like nails.
A boy with shaggy dirty blonde hair and clothes that screamed
"I don't care, Imma be a baller one day."
