'Come on up,' the teacher yells.
From behind the large wooden desk.
He looks down at the paper,
Writes her name,
And looks up sighing.
Her heart quickens,
She starts to get nervous,
And walks to the front
Of the class room.
Scratch, giggle, small whispers,
Large smiles as wet paper wads
Hit the Chalk board beside her head.
'Morning,' she mumbles,
Just before another bit of eraser
Hits her shoe.
She sighs, trying to stop
Her shifting feet,
And goes on.
'I'm doing my speech on-'
Another splat erupts from the board,
A slight giggle from the far right corner.
She closes her eyes
And opens them again
Only to watch the teacher yawn,
Sit back in his chair, eyes closed.
Her lip trembles,
Her body goes numb,
All she wants now is to escape!
Inside her head shes screaming,
In her thoughts shes falling,
But shes brought back to reality
By a paper plane,
That startles her
Making her drop her q-cards
To the ground.
She drops to the ground,
And scrambles up her cards.
Laughter comes from the lips
Of everyone in the class,
But slowly quiets down when she gets back up,
Still grumbling curses
Under her breath.
More blood reaches her face,
She starts to feel dizzy,
A few words pass through
Her cracking lips.
The timer stops,
Everything around her spins,
But suddenly freezes as she runs from the room.
Cards hit the ground,
Paper wrestles out side the window,
The bathroom door it slammed shut,
And only muffled cries are heard from
Inside.
Author notes
This piece was written while I was saposto be writting a speech to say in front of my english class, and finished when I got back to my desk. It's about how I felt, what I thought was going to happen, and what I wanted to do once I was done.
Rebecca
Written March 20th, 2005
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great poem!
Great poem
I really like this!
Sarah

