Another take on the Hall. (Here you are Biff)
By Enraptured
They Question She passes, avoids eye contact. Some smile shyly Others laugh, or ask why. How do they feel? They question our motives. Awkward they feel. They look and try to understand. The man, green and yellow plaid He passes, each time Seeming to ignore. Puzzled the noodle passes, her golden locks, curls. She questions. They all question. Some of us feel awkward. But why? The same boys pass. They try to impress. Stone, expression Stiff bodies. They arrive from other years. They grin, they've grown since here. Still, they question Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 08:17 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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