Number two. I don't own anything

One more class, one more class, one more class, This was the only though that went though her head as she walked into her language class room.

"Today class we will be writing poetry." Miss Lockhart said sitting down at her desk, more then likely to text her boy friend the gym teacher, Coach Cloud. "You have 45 minutes to come up with something. Good luck"

Namine looked out of the window and though.

5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes went by and she could not think of anything. Suddenly she felt a buzzing in her pocket, her iPhone.

Hay angel. What's happening?

It was Roxas. She sighed, she knew she should not text but she needed inspiration.

Yo skater boy aren't you spotted to be in class?

She hit reply, and went back to thinking sundenly she was humming a song she had never heard. But before she could write it her phone went off.

I am in class just like you. You can sneak anything past Cloud and Leon. But now I have to go, were running track and well I got a lot left to do.

She giggled and went back to work. And then 30 minutes into the writing session she came up with something.

He was a boy

and she was a girl

can I make it anymore obvious

he was a punk

she did ballet

what more can I say

He wanted her

She'd never tell

secreatly she wanted him as well

And with barly two minutes left she handed it in, making sure to copy it to her phone.

And then that sweet sound filled the air.

One More chapter for today. Enjoy.