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he loves me ... he loves me not

Poetry By: lady clarissa
Young adult



this is just a short story of never revealing wat the heart yearns to say .. untill the time has passed n its too late .


Submitted:Sep 6, 2007    Reads: 659    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


how many more times she thought it was the last day of school and as she reached over to disarm the evr shrilling alarm clock she wondered do i go or stay? yesterday had started off as a normal day but things began to change when someone stumbled upon a letter that regina had secretly wriiten to her friend . knowing that she was gutless and would or could never show him the letter she tucked it away in her locker where from time to time she wondered if there was any part of her strong enough to let him see it  she bent down to pet her  kitten who was outstretched on the stair and then came a very grateful miaow .. she picked up the kitten an walked into the kitchen .. mom dad she called but she was met with an echo noone was home ... after delaying the inevitable she finally got dressed and went on her way .. turning off her cell phone and casting it into her backpag she set off ...

 

just as she raecched the school gates she heard muffled whispers and jeering laughter she glanced around but said nothing she walked in throught he gates and found herself staring face to faec with austin oh no why me she thought .. the bell rang as she hurried passed him looking back over her shoulder to see if he was looking back at her too .. by then he too had run to get to class ....

she couldnt concentrate at all her eyes kept wondering out the window thoughts filled her head stupid things to think of .. what are they serving in the cafateria today ?, and what color shoes would best go with my prom dress? she mustered. in the distance of her thoughts she heard a voice ,"regina can you read page 36 please !.she was startled and fumbled in her bag trying to retrieve her book she knew that because she hadnt being paying the slightest bit of attention at all that shed be facing detention in the afternoon.................





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