She sat across from him and hid her face in her hair, a smile playing across her lips as if he'd told a joke. Yes, this was Derrick, the boy she liked, no she LOVED him. The only problem was that she was Miss Popular, getting asked out almost everyday, and he was Mr. Freakshow, someone no one wanted to be by (excluding herself of course). The little blonde decided to just keep an eye on him and keep their contact with each other very brief. She didn't want anybody to know about her crush, especially her sister. She shuddered to think of what she'd say.
The girl kept her head forward all through class, ignoring the boy like she did everyone else. They were adding fractions today and boy, was that hard! The blonde's eyes could barely keep up with what was going on on the whiteboard and finally, after staring at her paper for ten whole minutes, she shoved it in her backpack to ask her sister for help. She was smart enough to help and her sister was three grades ahead of her. She better remember how to do this!
"Hey Katy?" asked the boy who sat next to her, Luke.
"What?" she snapped, irritated already.
"Are you going to do the poetry contest?" he asked.
Katy cocked her head to the side, twirling a loose hair. "Sure," she finally decided. There should be nothing wrong with a poetry contest.
The day passed quickly and Katy rode the bus with her sister. She was chatting away eagerly about the contest, oblivious to her sister's dismissal of her.
"Do you think I can do it?" she asked with eyes shining. "Do you think I can be as good as you are, Jay?"
Jay looked up from her book and patted her sister on the head. "Of course you can," she said. "I'll help you in fact."
Katy looked up at her hero with bright blue eyes, idolizing her and feeling pleased that she'd spare some time to be with her.
That month was filled with stress. Katy cried and Jay cried, mostly because of their frustration with each other and a whipping from their father after a physical fight. Eventually the last day in April arrived and the poetry contest began. Most of the children had Dr. Suess-like poems. Some wrote rather cyptically, and some, some just read other people's work.
It was finally Katy's turn. There were goosebumps all over her skin and she tugged at her skirt, whispering that it was too small. Her hairpins were pressing into her head and the curls were becoming loose. She wanted to look nice but she felt like a mess. She wished she had boobs to keep her shirt up and oh my, what if she tripped and fell on stage in front of Derrick? He would never like her then!
"Next up is Katy Greene!"
Katy felt like she would piss her pants or even worse, cry. She wanted to run, to throw up, to rip the fabric of reality and go into an alternate universe. Isn't that what happens on television? Why won't it happen now?!
Katy calmly stepped on stage and was greeted with applause. She sat on the chair on stage and breathed into the microphone.
"This is a poem me and my sister wrote," she said strongly into the microphone.
"Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
You're kinda cute.
I like you."
"Oh that was so cute!" The audience clapped and laughed at the innocent girl's poem. She had a crush and that was adorable!
"I'm not finished," she whispered. The applause then decreased and she began again.
"Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
You're kinda cute.
I like you.
Summer is over.
The flowers are dead.
As we walk through the woods,
The trees turn red.
Winter comes soon.
Snow covers the clovers.
We snuggle with chocolate.
This world will never be over.
That scene is covered in red
And the flowers do bloom.
But you left me for Leigh.
I cry in my room.
Now violets are blue
nd the roses are red.
You mess with my heart
and I'll kill you dead.
Katy looked up with a smile. She was proud of this creation. She noticed that there were only a few scattered claps but that was all she heard. Her face turned red and she ran off stage, swearing to herself never to do that ever again.
The days passed and the poem was mostly forgotten. Katy reclaimed her spot as the popular girl. Everything was going very well, and so she decided to be daring. That's why she was wearing her favorite t-shirt and shorts, to give her luck. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach and her voice felt dry. She wet her lip and stood at Derrick's desk, waiting to gain his attention.
He looked up through a head of curls, boring her with dark eyes. "Yeah, what do you want?"
Katy smiled. "I want to know if you wanted to go out with me cuz I kinda like you." She had kept the natural confidence in her voice, using what she called "swagger" to influence him.
Derrick rolled his eyes. "Go away. I don't want to date you."
Katy scrunched up her eyebrows in frustration. "Why not?"
Derrick sighed and went back to drawing. "I don't want to be hurt. As you said, 'Violets are blue. Roses are red. You mess with my heart, I'll kill you dead.'"
Katy blushed and walked away, not willing to argue. She didn't know that he paid attention to the poem.
Haha, I love this actually! Super proud of this! Leave comments and any concerns you have with this story/poem. By the way, while the main characters are in elementary school, the poem is written by a elementary schooler and a middle schooler! So remember if you have comments there. Thank you!
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