I walk in notes still in hand
Anxious to get started before I slip and take a dip in the deep end of doubt
If I went over it once then I went over five times
How many minutes before the class starts?
I could feel my nerves physically bouncing like they were having the best party and I wasn't invited
My throat was drier than flour
I coughed a little and realized I should have eaten breakfast but my stomach was too nervous
I put my notes away as the teacher came in the door
I tuned out whatever was said until the stacks of paper was in front of me
Since it's history class could this be history paper?
What if the tree I'm writing on is the tree from the era I'm studying?
But I know it's impossible so I start working on the problems one by one
I have a feeling this dent won't go away. That's when I hear childlike laughter. It's a cute high pitched giggle but it sounds so close to my ear. I chose to ignore it. A hundred plus questions earned my attention and I couldn't fail
Too many hours been spent remembering
longing
falling
In
Words
Asked
By
Words
To
Find
Words
I huddle my thoughts and we match the symptoms to the least common denominator
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Know Child of Mind (Completed)
Teen FictionIf you met your future child how would you react? (poetry form)-mixed with prose Chronological order inspired by my wax figure Dad SG None of the artwork belongs to me Do not Copy Do not Translate Completely original work
