The alarm chirps.

Two more minutes. Three, four.

I'm late.

Blurry eyes, cold toes.

I'm running.

I trip in the hall,

Fail a math test,

Boys are dumb.

I watch the floor.


She smiles.

Passes her spelling test.

High five.

I'm proud of that girl.

She's never said anything to me.

She loves me.

I love her.

So tomorrow

When the alarm chirps

And my feet are cold

It will be worth it.  






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