This isn't a poem nor a story. i call it a zawr. Zawr is a word i JUST NOW made up.
I sit in front of you everyday. I still have your socail studies book.
I just don't get how your so....so diffrent from the other boys. Yes your immature. But in a way... Your the maturest 7th grader i have met.
everyone likes you. Girls flirt with you 24/7! How can you Stand that? You can't go anywhere without a crowd or two girls following you and talking to you.
I call you a freak. Then u said something about my face. I laughed you looked. Do you feel the same way I do?
People say I like you. I used to. And i still do. At least this time I can deny it. I like u as a friend. U would make an awesome boyfriend.
I just don't get you. But I do Love You.
I ♥ Adrian.