Thump

I instantly wake up and notice I'm on the floor. I must have rolled off of bed. I groan and grab my phone. I check the time and notice that school starts in twenty minutes. Great I'm going to be late.

I quickly rush to my closet and put on my clothes.(outfit above) Then I rush to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I decide to leave my hair down but wear a black bow. Then I apply a little bit of eyeliner. Finally I grab my backpack and rush out the door.

~~~~~~Timeskip to 1st period~~~~~

I walk into the class and take my seat. I sit in the back of the classroom, next to the window

About two minutes after I sat down, the teacher walked in. Mr. Chad walked toward his desk and put down his brief case. Then he cleared his throat and began to talk.

"Today's students, I will assign you a partner and you two will have to write a poem about anything you want. Now the partners are..."

I ignored the list until I heard my name.

"And finally Y/n L/n and Zane Ro'meave. Okay so, move where ever you want and start to work."

I looked over to my right and saw Zane. He sits two seats away from me and is always quiet. I look over at him. When he looks at me, I look to the front again and get comfortable in my chair. I let him know that I am not moving. I hear him sigh loudly and then I feel him sitting down next to me.

I turn to him and decide to at least get to know him.

"So, what do want to write the poem about?"

He looks at me and shrugs. Then he says something.

"How about us. Like a poem describing us."

"That's a good idea. But first, I have to know what kind of person you are. So, tell me about yourself."

"My favorite color is black. I dislike people and I hate hugs. I also don't have friends but I'm okay with that. People like to call me Emo even when they don't know me and some people call me heartless. How about you?"

"I dislike people and I love to be alone. I like to wear black. I hate it when people touch me. Even if it is just a poke. I hate it. People hate me. They say I have no heart just because I enjoy being alone. I get bullied alot but I don't really mind it."

"I guess we are similar. So why don't we write about how society treats us because we a act differently."

For the next thirty minutes, we worked on our poem.

Finally, the teacher said time was up and then proceeded to call students to present. Most of the poems were happy poem or about the seasons. They all kind of sounded the same. Mr. Chad finally called me and Zane to present. We both hesitated for a moment before slowly waking up to the front of the room.

Here's what we came up with:
Italics= y/n.    Normal= Zane  Underline= Both

Forgotten, Ignored
You left us in the cold
Pressured, Misjudged
You assumed untrue things about us
Called us mean names
Even when you didn't know us
But you claimed you did

You keep telling us to go away
Yet you keep calling us back
You follow us and never let go
Yet you tell us to stay out of your life

You spread rumors and false facts
All for the sake of popularity
You taunt us
"Go home to your mommy"
That's what you say
But have you ever once considered
What if we don't have a mom

You are inconsiderate
Rude, cruel, cold,
All of this just for entertainment
Just for your own sick purposes
Your own sick excuses

Deep down you know
What you do is wrong
It's inhumane
Cold, Sick
But you still do it
You keep telling yourself
That it is right
But no matter what you say
No matter what you tell yourself
You still know it's wrong

When is breaking people ever good
Words hurt people
Actions hurt people
You hurt people
And it's wrong
Sick
Cold

Just like you

When we finished with our poem, the whole class was silent. The just stared at us with wide eyes. I felt Zane tense up next to me. I guess he isn't used to attention. Then again, I'm not either.

I looked over at him and saw that he was a lighter shade than when we began. I looked over at Mr. Chad and signaled for him to do something. He cleared his throat and complimented our poem. Then, Zane and I walked back to our seats. I felt kind of proud about how our poem turned out.(I'm proud too. It took me half an hour to come up with it but I'm glad how it turned out)

For the rest of class, everyone else just talked about random things. Zane went back to his desk so I decided to relax. I pulled out my ear buds and began to listen to music. About ten minutes later, the bell rang and everyone rushed out of class to got to second period.

I have sword fighting next. This is going to be great.