This Conference was Going to Be a BoreMature

March 12th, I expected

A rather uneventful day.

A simple conference for SC

An excuse really,

To get out of school for free.

*

Unfortunetly, after months

of Ashley leaving me

Alone, due to her sudden

Pop status, she's returned

To squishing me into

The bus window, knee

Sitting on mine.

*

To make matters

Worse,

She's in my group,

Oh we're gonna have

Such a fun time!

I stood and smiled,

Silent as a mime.

*

Good news was,

I wasn't alone.

Alex, 7th grade pal,

indured the pain

As well.

Lucky for him it was

From a distance.

*

Lunch came around,

And Ashley and I

Were alone.

"Let's go sit

With Alex and his friend."

His friend, whom I'd never seen

Before.

We walked over...

And I was changed

Forever.

The End

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