Today,
I was separated from my friends,
I was told to stay out of the way,
I had seen something that I'm not allowed to say,
which I was confused all the way.

I had eaten half inside, half outside,
I had given my chicken to a friend,
I had seen my friend call my chicken, protein,
and I had seen my friend call spaghettis, barf.

I had done a very easy german test,
I was interrested during science class,
I had eaten delicious crackers,
and I had done my homework fast. 

I had gone to see a person who heals with angels,
I had made a cardboard dragon head,
I had prepared a french oral presentation,
and I had sat just writing here. 

On Friday's song,
I heard a dong,
At saturday night,
I had a fight,
At sunday school,
we sang a rule,
A monday morning,
I was moaning,
On tuesday morning,
School was boring,
In wednesday noon,
Was it an afternoon?
At thursday night,
I finished this random day poem and had a delight.

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Written and printed on paper,
I have found,
some postcards and fotos,
just lying around.

When I saw them I read them,
and looked at them and remembered about them,
so many memories,
flooded out magically.

I remembered my kindergarden boyfriend,
my best-friend I'd had for long,
the old friends I had,
that had packed away and gone.

And it was then that I realized,
the life I had back then,
the differences there are from now,
and then.

Back then,
boys invited me,
and I invited them,
some were my friends,
some were just class-mates.

Back then,
I had lot's of friends,
and people who appreciated me,
and a boyfriend.

A boyfriend.
One that I had almost forgot.
A boyfriend?
It is hard to believe.

Back then,
my cousins and grandparents,
came to visit me,
for my birthday.

Back then, 
I was cute,
I was nicer,
I was shyer.

Back then,
people liked me for being behaved,
for being nice,
and for being who I was.

Back then,
I was myself,
I had friends who liked ME.
The ME.
And there weren't few.

THAT was my life back then.

I think that when I was scared,
it was because I was predicting what would happen,
and to be prepared.

Because one of the things I that was scared,
actually happened like something I nightmared.

My two best friends and my whole last year class,
in a whole new different separated 8th grade class.

But now I am with a nice teacher and two friends I know,
but one of them is planning to pack and go!

And my mother thinks its as easy as to go,
mr. principal will you let my daughter change classes and go?

And when I told my mother that,
she just says why are you to shy and just give it a try?

And when I try to explain,
all the reasons of why to stay,
all of them just float out of my brain,
and just take a random aeroplane!!!!!!

I really really'd like to be in my best friends' class
but not when all the first or second day has already passed.

So I'm just stuck in between these things,
and I just try to forget my day,
but it's as hard as making a recorder out of clay!