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Helga
Mr. Simmons walked into the classroom, his usual bright grin gracing his lips.
"Good morning class." he spoke in a voice just as bright as his smile while setting his brief case on his perfectly organized desk, with the students returning the gesture in slightly duller tones. Helga, sitting at her usual spot near the center of the class scowled, she did not want to be here today.
This morning had started off horribly. Her alarm was off by thirty minutes and it was a miracle the she wasn't late for school. Even if it was just barely. On top of all of that, report cards were going out that day and she just knew her parents were going to lecture her about her grades not being all straight A's like perfect, can do no wrong was like she was silver and Olga was gold and silver could never quite measure up to gold. Helga was becoming sick with just the thought of what was to come. Which was why she was already in a horrible mood, not even seeing her beloved Arnold made her feel better but shooting spit balls at his head did.
So involved in her musings and her spit balls, Helga was startled when she finally noticed that Mr. Simmons was speaking.
"Last night I reviewed your poems," he said while passing out papers, "and the were all pretty good but I was really impressed by one poem in particular and I'd really like to share it with you." he finished excitedly.
Mr. Simmons rifled through the papers on his desk and settled on one written with purple ink. After clearing his throat then began to read,
"Beauty is fixated on the broken glass
Its dazzling shimmers twinkle across its surface
Like the reflection of the sun upon freshly fallen snow..."
Helga jerked up. That was her poem! Her poem that Mr. Simmons was reading with such regard and emotion etched onto his face. Her poem that everyone in the class seemed riveted by. Her poem.
"...darling beautiful can't stop the flow
of all the tears that mean nothing anymore."
Mr. Simmons finished and Helga suddenly felt like crying. The class was clapping respectfully and one student ask who had written it.
Mr. Simmons ignored the question and went on to the next subject. Helga stayed frozen though,
all she could think about was the look he had given her before turning towards the black broad, a look that had said I'm proud of you and great job. Maybe her parents will look at her like that too. With that thought her day suddenly didn't seem that bad.
I hope you enjoyed my story. It was a school project that I decided to put on and I hope to get reviews from any you who read it. The poem is mine and i hope that you liked what parts of it I wrote into my story. Thanks for reading.