Dreams
Dreams can't come true… Zell groaned in frustration, crumpling his 30th piece of paper up. He was supposed to write a poem, something serious. He ran a hand through his hair and grabbed another piece of paper. He tapped his pen on the paper, making tiny dots. His hand absentmindedly moved to the picture of Selphie on his desk. Selphie, always smiling, had scrunched her face up in an attempt not to laugh. Zell sighed. She was going out with Irvine now. Dumped him because he was not, quote, "around much and she was lonely". Angrily, he ripped up the picture and tossed it in the trashcan carelessly. He put his head on his arms and closed his eyes. 'Now I know what my topic's going to be.'
B's, C's, and F's. Her students had actually wanted their paper in the yearbook. 'Doesn't look like there's going to be any in here this year…' Quistis picked up another stack of poems and began grading. 'Too short, boring, too many grammatical errors, boring, boring…' She stopped and laughed at Selphie's paper. "The Duck," she read out loud to herself, amused. Her paper was about the evil duck that came from inside a rubber one. Quistis scribbled "supposed to be serious!" on top of the paper and gave her a C. More poorly written papers graded. Again she stopped. Zell's paper. It was beautifully written. She gave it an A and set it aside to be put into the yearbook.
Yearbooks been passed out. Selphie immediately flipped to the poetry section, hoping her paper was there. Indeed it was, right besides the one titled Dreams. She read it and bit her lower lip. She had a strong impression about who had written it. Her eyes filled with tears. 'I didn't know he felt that strongly about it… I'm so sorry… Zell.'
Dreams won't always come true
Even though you want them to.
Each night you can look out the window
And wish on every shining star that dwindles.
And pray to God in the sky so blue,
That the next day your wish'll come true.
Everyday, I've been wishing for
The girl that's been living right next door.
I want her to come back to me.
But I don't think she can see,
How bad I'm hurting inside.
Maybe cause it doesn't show outside.
But that's okay,
I'll still pray,
That the next day mine she'll be.
I'll keep wishing till one day she'd see.
How much that I really care,
But say it, I don't dare
So starlight, star bright,
The first star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have my wish granted tonignt.
My blabble: Okay the poem really sucked ass… but I'm not a poem writer! Much thanks to my friend, Grace, for the idea. I'm also not much of a romance righter ^_^'' . Hey it's not… that bad is it?