Authors note: The italics is a Freshman girl, the bold is a male sophmore. The Bold Italics are both of them talking, sense it's suppost to be read as two voices.
Seeing fear inside my little eye.
Scaring Freshman is what I live for.
Trying to find answers I look at the sky.
Running away, trying to get away with my life.
Take a step towards her, she backs away,
Run back to a trashcan, he follows.
Out run her at the trashcan.
Start to run, but he runs quicker than I do.
She's running out of options, she knows it.
Run towards the grass and slide.
She can't run far, nor very fast.
Not knowing what to do after I slid.
Nor will she try to do anything stupid.
I get up and start running again.
No one will do a thing, they all love me.
My friends say I'm over-reacting.
She can't get away, she's at school.
But none of them know what it's like.
If I reach into my pocket she gets afraid again.
I need to learn how to stand up for myself.
There is no end in sight.