BWTD: bored,what to do sickness
B.W.T.D?
you've got that sickness?

I know,
this happens to me a few times,
and it is normal to be happening to you too.

What to do?
do something,
that is the solution.

Write a poem,
write a story,
read a book,
don't stand there and be bored.

Bored makes your sickness worse.

What is your cure?
*Do something!

I found a little thing
On the floor in the corridor
It looked cold,it looked sore
But I didn't pick it up.
It wriggled it it's shell
And turned onto it's back
It said it was 5 years old
And it's name was Mack
So I took Mack out side
And tossed him in the bin
And I thought that would be the end of him.
But when I opened my locker
At the end of this long school day
I reached inside and.....
Nothing was in my way!
I peered around my locker
I checked around the floor
But the things in my locker
Just weren't there anymore.
I searched my bag for my ID
But that was gone too!
And my locker key too!
So I ran to the office
To report a theft
And the office said there was no Mica Anderson in this school.
I screamed and ran outside
And it was because of this Thingy-Thangy Thing
Lying on it's back
Becasue of this stupid little thing
A thing called Mack.
I woke up in the morning
And everything was fine
It was just a silly dream
I went to open my window..
And there was the THING.

You lived with me,
you played with me,
you talked to me,
you were with me.

But then you moved to a different country,
something I never believed you could do.

YOU were away from me,
YOU stopped talking to me,
YOU stopped being my friend,
YOU wasn't there.

I missed you a lot.

3 months passed and this is the 4th one.
12/09/10.

You are nearly back,
and I was waiting for you,
I will have to wait a few weeks,
before you arrive,
before we can hug,
before you'll be sure ,
and you'll decide to stay there or not.

You have to come back ,
don't stay there forever,
I need you,
and I can't wait anymore,
you have to come,
you have to be here,
be close to me,
and visit me every few weeks.

If you choose to stay where you were,
I will be sad,
I will have loosed a chance,
but I will wait here for you FOREVER!

Whenever my teacher says
'It's is in this room,'
It's actually not!
Here there everywhere
I'm running around school,
Asking classmates,
opening doors,
but I'm still lost.

and when I run back to my teacher,
I say:
OH MY ITS SO CONFUSING!

He is perfect.
He has
perfect nose perfect eyes
perfect hair and he doesn't tell lies
I really wish I could talk to him!
Oh my gosh!
Here he comes!
What should I do?What should I say?
Here he comes.
Here he is.
H e says,'Hey.'
I almost die!
He says,'You dropped this.'An d he holds out my disenfectant liquid.
Sigh...at least he knows I'm clean.
I would talk to him.
If only I wasn't so....
Shy.