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Kristen P., North Scituate, RI By Kris_10, North Scituate, RI

“Cass, you ready?” I nudge her with my elbow.

She lets out all of her second thoughts in the form of a sigh, “I think so…”

The school secretary hands me the microphone. In one second, the whole school will be hearing my voice. Not my speaking voice, though. It’s the hidden voice deep inside me that only escapes when I write. They will become aware of the voice that oonlyue Papermate pen has ever seen. I twirl the microphone my clenched fist.

The secretary nods her head as if to say “Go ahead.”

Cassie opens her mouth first to recite the words we have rehearsed only once before. “Dear middle school students.”

There is a dramatic pause before I realize it’s my turn.

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5 comment(s)
I really liked it! Good work!
Feb. 16, 2013 at 6:19 PM • Report
this was sooo good!
Feb. 09, 2013 at 4:24 PM • Report
Thank you Jaimee. Tee hee(: Also, I added your poem to my favorites. 
Feb. 09, 2013 at 6:24 PM • Report
This is very moving, and I think it's something a lot of us can relate to. Your descriptions were perfect, I could really experience the emotions you felt throughout.
Feb. 02, 2013 at 12:35 PM • Report
thank you!
Feb. 02, 2013 at 6:12 PM • Report