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.:Golden Melody:. Ch.3"One, two, three. Go." Mr. McCarthy ordered each and everyone of us to dance in sync. We were rehearsing our dance number for Invitationals, which we were doing tonight.
"I can't do this! This is too hard for me." Mason groaned as he stopped his dancing. I think he was pretty bad at dancing, seriously. We tried something earlier today, and it was a couple dance, he stepped on Sophia, Voileta and Miranda's toes when he tried. I didn't want my toes to be stepped on, so I didn't bother trying too dance with him. Still, we needed too get this dance number right for our performance tonight, even if we do get boo'd off the stage and humiliated. We needed about three or more people in order too participate in Sectionals. We also needed too at least Woo Brian too join our group, after hearing his wonderful melody, we could use a voice like that, other than Sophia's.
"Come on, Mason. We know you can do it, even though you may be a bit shabby, there's no shame in that. Come on, from the top." Mr
.:Golden Melody:. Ch.2"Come on! Join us, please?" Sophia begged the boy I saw yesterday getting bullied by those jocks. What was his name? Oh yeah, Tyrone. He was a bit of a nerdy kid, but I didn't mind. I found them fondly adorable. But by what I recalled from over the last three days of recruiting. Sophia always seemed to go over to Tyrone and ask him. Did she have a crush on him? I thought to myself quietly as I held out flyers to incoming kids that passed me afterwards. I seemed to get the attention of Mason Williams, one of the NICE football jocks, and Blake McKnight, one of the kind of nerdy cool kids. They just smiled at me as they nodded their heads as I asked them to join our Glee Club. Yes! I knew today was a good day, especially with no one crying over Bri and his 'Queen Bitch' assistants' insults. Yup. This might go well.
"Uh, I'll think about it. Thank you." Tyrone stuttered his words as he took one of Sophia's flyers and ran off down the hallway into his first hour class. Sophia gazed at him a
.:Golden Melody:. Ch.1"Be good honey, make friends!" A woman shouted happily.
"Okay, I will." I waved goodbye my mother. Today was my Sophomore year of high school. I fixed my Purple dress that reached down to my knees, with a White cardigan sweated on and my black long hair tied up into two pigtails, I had black converse on with white laces. My eyes were a hazel color, I had small freckles on my cheeks, and my skin was light, I am a 'Cracker' or so my old friends used too say. Racist very much, but whatever made them happy. My name is Mindy Arthur, I am fifteen years old, straight, the average figure of a girl, I'm a very shy and I am usually quiet around people. Today, I arrived at Sunset Coast High School, in Miami, Florida. I needed too transfer schools since my other one somehow got burned down. Don't know how, but I don't question it much.
I saw the beautiful green well-cut grass and the cleaned cement colored sidewalks leading towards the entrance of the school, where many teenagers threw footballs,
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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