::sigh:: I wonder what became of him...

That's excellent... I have had very similar feelings, though at 14. Still do unfortunately, at least my stoner is kinder, but still, its so confusing and he's just so stupid... Arg, I could go on for a while, but the point is, it is a wonderful poem and I love it.

You could be writing about me when I was thirteen. Except I can't describe things like this so eloquently.

very nice... i love the line "stoner boy's eyes would glow aquamarine from across the baseball field to the bleachers." I love it... Keep writing!

very cool very very cool. quick edit "I'd file and paint" you wrote "andpaint" not sure if you meant it like that or not. This is very simple, but nice, and it...well it gives the feel of a girl when she is 13 and falling for something thats not good for her, and hanging around w/ people who don't really care for her, but she needs a place to belong so she'll suffer through their idioms. nicley done.

Very well done - the emotion captured in this is subtle, yet strong. Keep it up.

-ShadowNemesis