CLASSMATES NAME

(Story poetry)

First day of school

I am so very cool

Waiting on first subject very boring

I need to do a thing that has a full of exciting

Bully my poor classmate?

Do some vandalism?

Such like to write on arm chair or on wall where I can say all I want to share

Or pitch my heads classmate and act innocence?

I don't need friends to talk

And I don't want to walk

Lonely either bullying classmate by poke.

Time temporal students volume in counting

Irritation to their looks

Wearing a high socks that makes my sight sucks

Eyeglasses that make them weird and nerd

Yes they are cute but I don't like much.

Better to study and avoid to self destruct

Study with a best strategy cheating

Yes I'm that guy like bad boy but honest being judger

Especially to all humankind bad deed.

Meanwhile class near to start

The teacher looks so strict with a hand brick

Not nervous but excited to learn into all of their knowledge except to their life story.

I notice their is vacant seat at my left

Chair is looks very vile

Meanwhile, a girl enter the classroom

Apologizing to teacher from being late

She is petite on its body state

I don't like her and I don't also hate

She sit at the vacant chair as I expect

And teachers start the class.

Class is very boring because of every telling story and instructions of every teachers.

Time passed I haven't talk to anyone of my classmates

I'm not friendly but if they ask who I am they'll hardly try to convince me to do it.

Everyday, every week of class, studying very chill and no stress.

Until..

My late classmate in first day talk to me

She said why I am not talking to some room mate like her

She added boasting "I think you impersonate me"

I just look at her seriously

And interrupt her telling saying "I'm not on good mood"

Its pretty face stare mad at me

She looks so cute but I don't care

To speak she's cute I have no dare

She stand up and seriously looking deeply at my eyes

I rightly ignore it

I stand also while she still look at my face

Our presence is in front of every classmates looking to us

I planned to walk away to go to the teachers table

But suddenly she touch my both shoulder with its both right and left hand

Offering her hands and saying her name I am...

I've been shock on what she does

That's the eleven letters

That I always remember

I didn't know she's October

And thirteen as its number

Not in drugs but feels higher

Letters lift me stronger

When it pronounce its louder

My mind mounted speaker

Then it sounds very clearer

Heard the feelings make hyper

Relaxed me in hot water

And chills me like a summer

She gave sense about wonder

She gave light when life's darker

She's like my sadness reliever

Her name makes me happier.