Me: here's a story thats actually a homework assignment! in this oneshot, Katnappe is in 8th grade, like me, and she's only 13! o and if anybody asks, I WAS BORED! R&R. peace. and by 'peace' i mean, LET DARKNESS RULE EARTH FOREVER!
Disclaimer: i only own part of the Evil Club, as well as the poem in this fic.
Summary: Katnappe is in 8th grade, and life is tough. Her Language Arts teacher assigns a poetry assignment... will her poem be evil or not? you'll have to read the fic to find out...
Snowflakes
Katnappe's pov
"alright class, you have a homework assignment tonight. its a project due on monday." Mr. Swanson was giving us another homework assignment and i was bored outta my mind! he started telling me and everyone else in the class the assignment. "ok, you have to write a poem with at least 5 similies and/or metaphors." the whole class, including me, groaned with boredom of poetry. i heard everything Mr. Swanson said, but i was also staring at the guy in front of me, it was Raimundo. i was trying to focus on him, but it was pretty dang hard, considering that the boy behind me kept poking me in a flirty fashion. RING! it was finally time to go home. but before i did, i told Jordan Redmond to buzz off, (he was the one who was poking me)
when i got home, i started my assignment. all i had was the title and it was "Snowflakes." i had to underline the similies and metaphors. so, yea. thats when i got a bright idea to the rest of the poem.
Monday finally rolled around, and Mr. Swanson asked me if i wanted to read my poem to the class and i said 'no'. THEN he asked me if HE could read the poem! i said 'sure'. and heres what he read:
"Snowflakes"
A snowflake is like a crystal, floating in the breeze.
Another then joins it in this deep freeze.
The snowflake's color is as a bright light.
For the color of a snowflake is a blinding shade of white.
Dusk soon falls upon our little snowflake,
Who just happens to be floating above an ice cold lake.
Like a song in the breeze, a blizzard begins
Our little snowflake's journey nearly ends.
Each snowflake is equal to a drop of water
Very quickly, like candy, our little snowflake is snatched up by an otter.
The poor snowflake's jorney has finally ended
I hope this poem, hasn't offended.
The whole class actually LIKED my poem! even Raimundo, much to my surprise. well, i felt like writing a story of what i did in school. don't think there'll be another new story like this. this is the ONLY one.
Me: so in the end, Katnappe wrote a good poem and everybody liked it. the majority is true, cept' the part with Rai isn't. so do ya like this fic? i really did write this poem in Language Arts class though. you've read the story, now PLEASE review. PEACE! (see above)