Let's try again...
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31 January
Today was completely pointless, Mrs. Hill kept staring at me throughout G & T, maybe that was because I kept yawning. But I couldn't help it; I was awake for a long time last night, worrying about that stupid poem that I found. I wish it was Mia, but why would it be? If she really liked me than she could tell anytime, she's here so often.
Anyway, it can't be Mia because she has a boyfriend...I can't believe that she chose him! The guy is a pervert; today I lent a floppy disk from him because I needed it for my HTML report for the Computer Club.
I tried to send my file to the disk, but the error message popped up that the disk was full. I opened it and it was full of JPEG images of porn, the guy is one very sick person...
And I uploaded the poem on to my hard drive to keep a lasting memoir of it:
Visible to everyone
Everyone but him
There might have been the light of friendship
But even that was dim.
Occasionally a smile was thrown her way
To give the vaguest hint
That if pink was the colour of love,
Than it was of the palest tint.
The merest glance directed at her
Would all but make her day
She hated herself for her weakness
But yet, she still fell prey.
She cursed herself, night and day
For falling to his charm
But trying to get up, try as she might
It did nothing but harm.
Maybe, someday, something will change
Maybe there'll be a surprise
Maybe she won't be invisible
Invisible in those brown eyes
I suppose that this person is talking about me, I've got brown eyes anyway...
Today, once Mrs. Hill had gone off to the staff room, I tried to talk to Mia, and even convinced her to let me help her with her algebra. But she seemed so nervous, when I handed her something, she started and dropped her textbook...she was as red as a tomato.
I am such a freak, Mia stuttered after that and I was so embarrassed at what I had done. Judith Greshner was acting more stupid than usual around me, that girl scares me...
COMPUTER SHUTDOWN
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Not much of an attempt, eh? But try, try and try again. By the way, the poem belongs to a talented writer called T.H, which incidentally happens to be me, so plz ask if you want to use it. ; )
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31 January
Today was completely pointless, Mrs. Hill kept staring at me throughout G & T, maybe that was because I kept yawning. But I couldn't help it; I was awake for a long time last night, worrying about that stupid poem that I found. I wish it was Mia, but why would it be? If she really liked me than she could tell anytime, she's here so often.
Anyway, it can't be Mia because she has a boyfriend...I can't believe that she chose him! The guy is a pervert; today I lent a floppy disk from him because I needed it for my HTML report for the Computer Club.
I tried to send my file to the disk, but the error message popped up that the disk was full. I opened it and it was full of JPEG images of porn, the guy is one very sick person...
And I uploaded the poem on to my hard drive to keep a lasting memoir of it:
Visible to everyone
Everyone but him
There might have been the light of friendship
But even that was dim.
Occasionally a smile was thrown her way
To give the vaguest hint
That if pink was the colour of love,
Than it was of the palest tint.
The merest glance directed at her
Would all but make her day
She hated herself for her weakness
But yet, she still fell prey.
She cursed herself, night and day
For falling to his charm
But trying to get up, try as she might
It did nothing but harm.
Maybe, someday, something will change
Maybe there'll be a surprise
Maybe she won't be invisible
Invisible in those brown eyes
I suppose that this person is talking about me, I've got brown eyes anyway...
Today, once Mrs. Hill had gone off to the staff room, I tried to talk to Mia, and even convinced her to let me help her with her algebra. But she seemed so nervous, when I handed her something, she started and dropped her textbook...she was as red as a tomato.
I am such a freak, Mia stuttered after that and I was so embarrassed at what I had done. Judith Greshner was acting more stupid than usual around me, that girl scares me...
COMPUTER SHUTDOWN
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Not much of an attempt, eh? But try, try and try again. By the way, the poem belongs to a talented writer called T.H, which incidentally happens to be me, so plz ask if you want to use it. ; )