Notebook

By Ava B

Since she could remember, she never fit in,

Like a puzzle piece looking in the wrong place

She walked past the lockers,

Saw the people laughing,

Holding her notebook,

Looking at the floor,

With tears in her eyes.

She didn’t have anyone to laugh with

She goes home sad everyday

All she wants is sweet, reliable, friends

That she can laugh with.

She never feels like she is in the right place

When she gets home is sit on her beanbag

Although the only thing she has is a notebook at school,

And a beanbag at home

She always has somewhere to go

On her beanbag, she opens her notebook

And starts writing

Her mind lights up

She never feels alone when she is writing.