The soft music in the background,

The scratching of pencils on paper,

The ticking of the clock.

My friend yawns,

I am tense.

Whispering and Secret glances.

Nothing good being said.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, a perfect ten.

A demon hides inside.

Scared to be me,

Scared to answer,

Scared to laugh

And even talk.

This is not supposed to be.

Oblivious teachers,

Gossiping girls,

High School, here I come.