The New Girl
sits at the front,
acting lazy
she’s mostly crazy,
she pretends shes cool,
but she’s not really
she’s just being a fool
The New Girl
hangs around the school
I can see it in her eyes,
she’s not happy at all
maybe I should say something
I should I’m at Dover,
so here I go
I’m walking over
The New Girl
is now my best friend
we have cool nicknames,
and we play silly games
we’ll be friends forever,
that I know
and do you know what
our friendship’s bound to grow!
By Alice 7N
under: Poems
