Lass was sulking in his seat. He was depressed these days and that was Lupus' fault. Miss Vanessa arrived and collected their poems. A few minutes later she stood up and spoke

"Ok class , I've checked your poems and i must say Mr. Isolet you did a great job!" Miss Vanessa praised Lass

"Oh..thanks..." Lass mumbled

"Will you read your poem to the class?" Miss Vanessa asked. Lass nodded and went up to her. She handed Lass his poem and he start Reading it Out loud.

(A/N: Italics are Lass' thoughts when he read the poem...)

"Worst Luck"

The worst type of luck Is not when you lose money Like a bee that loses honey

It's not when you are wounded

Along with the tears you never shed

And the words you never said

It's not when you quit

And this just don't fit

Not a single bit

It's when you lose money

Knowing it was taken

It hurts more

Than holding a vase that's broken

"Just like Lire...she was taken from me..."

It's when your wounded

knowing someone planned it

It's the tears you have shed

And a hand no one will lend

"Just like the Death of Mother..."

Its the words you wanted to say

on that single day

They were meant to be yours

It was supposed to open doors

But the words come out

from someone else' mouth

"I was an idiot not confessing to Lire...on what i truly feel about her..."

You quit not because you wanted to

But because no one there wanted you

When everything's perfect

But someone ruined it

Seems like it never did

"If Father didn't left us and Mother didn't commit suicide because of him...if he never went with another woman...If Lupus didn't enroll in my school... everything should be perfect..."

When an accusation is being made

In the middle of it

There you stayed

The worst kind of luck

Everything will suck

Everyone's looking at you

Like you'll never make it through

But how can you tell them?
How you tell them,
that the fault

Was never to be given to you?

Few minutes of silence. Then everyone applauded. They liked it very much , just as expected.

Okay peeps! THE POEM ISN'T MINE. Don't worry i didn't stole it. I have a permission from the poet. The poem was from my friend (which i had offended her when she learned that i putted her name on the net)

Sorry Friend!