Thirteen

Thirteen there are four plus one more sauntering past me on the second floor. number five is trying to strive one of them to be losing her live. she titters and giggles in her miniskirt wiggles the truth she does not see her old friends send her signals. they've gone past me now i'll never understand how lucky i am to be free nmot another blonde cow. but that girl is thirteen her truths unseen she is yet to pay her fee caught inbetween. leaning against the window glass silently daring to ask looking down at the poeple below me to the rest of those in her class. a sea of blonde hair i sigh in dispair why can't it be just a little bit more not quite not unfair. impressionable grade eights meeting their fates why can't they see passing through the social spectrum is passing Hell's gates? xox Kyelle