My name is Janelle. I've lived in Paris my whole life. I'm starting school at St. Francis Dupoint College tommorrow
I looked at my locker combo: #3624, locker 8. I looked at it and practiced the combo a few times before openeing it. I grabbed my writing journal and books from my bag, then shoved it into my locker and slamming the door. RIIINNNG! Uggh. The bell. I raced to class. When I walked in, the teacher (Mme. Bustier) gave me a warm smile. "Hello! Welcome to our class. Would you please introduce yourself?" I nodded. "My name is Janelle. I love to read and write. I'm 13, and most people would call me funny or outgoing. I just moved to this school, but I've lived in Paris all my life." A girl with blue pigtails raised her hand. "Yes... um..." She smiled. "Marinette."
"Yes, Marinette?"
"Can you read something that you wrote?"
A cheer rose from the class. I looked at Mme. Bustier, and she nodded the ok. I took a deep breath and began to read:
Once, not long ago,
I was positioned-just so,
If I was given a push-a small one at that,
I would fall into mama's lap
And all my troubles would melt away,
Good times and joy were here to stay,
But now I'm not, and all my troubles
Bury the joy beneath the rubble.
But now I know
Why my mom's name
Is Hope-it's really quite plain:
When despair is all you can see,
Hope says, "Hold on to me."
Once, not long ago,
I was positioned-just so.
Everyone clapped, even Mme. Bustier. Then she said, "I certainly hope to hear more from you, Janelle, but for now, have a seat. There's a space next to Adrien, the blonde boy right there." I went over. Adrien looked up. "That was amazing! Where did you learn to write like that?" I felt my cheeks get hot and knew I was blushing. "Um, practice, I guess." Smiling, I turned toward the teacher. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
Author's Note: I DID write the above poem, so no reusing unless you credit me! ;) My name is not Janelle, but I am smart enough to know not to publicize my real one! So PLEASE review, and if you give me tips, please be sure to include at least one good thing. ONE. If you can't find one, please tell me what you want in there so that next time you can. Bug Out!
-Jules