Nerd Vs. Nerd; It's On! [Not To Be Continued]

04-Your Poem

      "You wish to make it up to me?" Liberty asks. It was Monday the weekend had passed in a merciless blur. I nod. "Then right me a poem." She says.

      "A poem?" I echo. "Like a guy might write to a girl he likes, because I am straight and you are too-"

      "No! Not like that write me a poem about friendship or something to let me know you care! If it's good or I know you tried then I know you do care. If you didn't make it nice and you put it together really fast then I know you don't care about our friendship." Liberty says and with a final glance at me, she walked off.

      "A poem seriously?" I ask myself as I glare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. "Still without glasses..." I sigh. My hair was in it's usual low, side pony tail. Mostly blond but it had brownish reddish ends. Then Carla walked in.

      "Eeeww! Look what the cat dragged in!" Carla said with a disgusted look on her face, of course, it was all for show.

      "Eeeww! Look what McKenna dragged in." I counter as I point to Carla. She frowned and swore under her breathe. With one last glance at me, she walked out. "Good riddance!" I yell.

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      I had dwelled on one problem all day. That was my 'poem problem' if you'd call it that. What was I going to right? That's why, when I got to Language Arts, I thought it was some kind of miracle to find out what our project was. We had to write a poem for someone we cared about. And we start to day.

      I pulled out my note book and scrawled all over the pages, jotting down everything that went through my head. Of course it was all a rough draft but they were good ideas.

      By the end of the class I had come up with this:

You are my best friend,

the one that matters most.

You are there when I need you, 

you are there when I don't.

There with your camera, smiling at me,

there you will be, please stay there with me.

-Avory Krest

     I tore it out of my note book just as the bell rung. I gathered all of my things and walked out of the class. It was lunch, and I realized one small problem... I always sat with Liberty. But where was I going to sit today? Then it hit me, I could give her my poem!

      "Liberty?" I asked as I tapped her on her shoulder. She looked at me and frowned.

      "May I help you?" She asked. With a smile I handed her my poem. "You are my best friend," she read aloud. "The one that matters most. You are there when I need you, you are there when I don't. There with your camera, smiling at me, there you will be, please saty there with me..." Her voice trailed off. I felt a huge smile spread across my face. "I hate it." Liberty says, looking up from the paper. I felt my jaw drop. I was so sure she'd like it.

      "What? But I put alot of work into it!" I say. "That took one hour!"

      "And it should take more. This also a project for Language Arts, so it should be coming from your heart." She says and turned back around in her seat. I cursed under my breathe and walked away. Now, I once again, I encountered the problem of where I was going to sit.

      "Avory!" I heard someone call. I turned on my heel to see Peter calling me. I felt myself blush as I walked over. "Hey! Want to sit with me?" He asks. I was too...surprised to say 'yes' so I nodded.