I sit here,
freezing.
I sit here,
in study hall.
Wish I wasn't,
here.
Wish I wasn't,
there.
Writing this for you,
seems awkward.
Writing this for you,
seems fun.
I'm cold,
and freezing.
I have to pee,
but can't leave.
I'm failing,
two of my classes.
English,
and French 3.
I want to ask,
for a small favor.
Do you think,
I could stay over?
I don't exactly,
want to be at home.
I don't exactly,
like being alone.
If not,
that's okay.
I'll sleep,
some other way.
I must go,
for now.
I must go,
potty.
Call me after,
school.
But only if,
I do not call you.
Write a,
response.
Author notes
haha i love you erica.
i was bored during study hall and i came into the newspaper room to work on my spotlight, but yet...i finished 
and i wrote erica a little note hope she replies
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Loser.
You're a loser. Simple as that. I'm right here, and you should know that. I'm online all the time, and during my breaks in classes I always check for new poems. Call afterschool, or come over, that's your choice. I'll either be here or down at Peters house. The speakers are in, but still not glowing blue. I'm still waiting on his call, but sure, I guess you can stay, I'll be watching the Election most of the night though..
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