She smiled down at the poem she had written. Her father had told her it was a good poem, but what did he knokw. He just briefly looked at it before he had another phone call come in. He told her whatever it took for her to get the hell out of there.
She showed it to Rosalinda, which didn't really do anything, because she didn't speak English. But Summer just had a feeling it was good. And if her mom was still here, she would tell her it was good.
"I Wish I Was a Mermaid", it was titled. and Summer was proud of it. It was the only thing she had really finished this year in L.A.
When she got to class, she handed her paper to Mr. Denera. But he wouldn't take it.
"You have to read it out loud first Ms. Roberts" he said, waving her off.
What? She thought. She couldn't read this outloud, it was too personal. And way too embarassing, she thought. They will all laugh at me.
Summer's stomach dropped. She did not do well with public speaking. At all.
She watched as all her friends went up to read there poems, all about a favorite sport, or shopping. No one laughed, everyone clapped.
"Summer Roberts" damn that Denera,
She walked up the aisle, trying to stay cool, They don't care, half of them aren't even listening she told herself, but no use. She was nervous.
She looked down at her paper once more, and realized her hands were shaking.
No ones noticing. Only Mr. Denera is watching you she told herself, looking around the room quicklyShe saw only the sides or backs of heads, except for one.
She made eye contact with a pair of soft brown eyes. He was waiting for her to start, he was her audience.
Marissa, her best friend, wasn't watching. It was just this kid. This kid..what was his name again?
Josh? No that wasn't right, she thought. Something with a S..something with an S...
"Ms. Roberts, we're waiting" The teacher said, snapping Summer back to reality.
So, looking into those brown eyes, she started. And somehow she made it though. There was a snicker or two from the back row, but that was it.
After she read it, she went over to brown eyes. She looked on his desk for a second, seeing that a paper read 'Seth Cohen'. I knew it was an S!
"Thanks for listening." she said quickly as the bell rang, before walking off with her so called friends.
I wish I was a mermaid
And was friends with all the fish
A shiny tail and seashells
That's what I would wish.