Study Hall Secret...

by Max in Forks

A little something i came up with...it's a poem kind of...

I concentrate on my lines...
filling the small space on my paper,
for a model I will soon build...
Tech class floats through my mind...

A dreaded double period,
drawing bridges and planning designs...
the bell to end our first period,
noise echos through the hallway,
I'm content on my line,

Footsteps thunder outside the door,
another class,
It's his class....
My friend isn't around...
I briefly look up frustrated,
"Stupid line..." I whisper;
He walks by,

I look back down...
the line stares back up...
His outline stops short...
My lead pencil tip breaks...
Two steps backward...
His eyes just barely meet mine,
A sharp wave,
a smile from me,
My friend's crush moved on...
to his Study Hall,

Tech moved faster after that,
I wanted to rub it in her face,
She would be so jealous...
I knew better though...
I would fall silent,
something she would never know,
she couldn't ever predict,
It would be my experience,
not hers,
Him going to Study Hall,
Me in Tech,
My Study Hall Secret,
never to be told...