There I was
in the middle of hell.
Or music class.
The teacher wasn't bad
it was what he brought with him.
Guitars,
amps,
wooden blocks,
xylophones,
keyboard,
and the infamous
sticks.
There I sat
next to Kathryn,
and Catherine,
and Maya,
and all the other
innocently tortured girls.
The Terrible Trio
*ahemJakeAustinBrianahem*
were being their usual
terrible selves.
Quoting the Beastie Boys,
demanding the teacher play a song
he'd never heard of,
and thwacking the seats
with those sticks.
There were the xlyophone and block bangers
not awful, just loud-
and the keyboardist,
not bad, kinda funny-
the guitarists,
plain AWFUL.
"There's only one thing to do at a time like this."
I say turning to Kathryn.
I lift one finger,
and another,
and plug my poor ears.
Author notes
Music class. Enough said.
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bbbrrr...this certainly sounds like music class *shudders* the worst time of the day *shudders* It's just soooo boring and people misbehave soooo much
ahem...anyways...nice writ
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awesome job!!!!
Omg!!!! Emma thnkx 4 writing this....i had no idea u were actually going to do it!!!! lol! And also, I don't think anyone will actually believe this who doesn't go 2 our skool. hehe. nice job.
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omg that guy made me play my violin infront of the whole class. uhhhh wow it was sad. but good poem hehe i like this.
*KT*
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lawl ^-^
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LOL
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