Today was a pleasant day at school. I had learned that there was a poetry club at Monster High and I signed up to join in the next meeting. Perhaps taking part in an activity such as this will open the door for me to hopefully ease further into a public school setting.
I wandered into the school library and found a wonderful collection of poetry by some of my favorites like Edgore Allen Woe, Oscare Wilde and Emily Witchinson. The weather was a little warmer today so I took my break period to go outside into the courtyard and relax in the sun and enjoy a few poems. I had just finished one of my favorite words, 'Our Share of Night to Scare' when I again felt like eyes were on me. I lowered my book and saw a boo across the grounds by a water fountain. It looked as if he were holding a sketchpad and drawing... me? He kept looking up at me and looking back down to his pad. I was so startled I did nothing but go back to my book.
Perhaps I am mistaken but it did give me a tingle of pleasure to think me worthy of making art of my likeness.
The kids I have met so far have been welcoming, like Draconia St. George and her group of bluddies, but even I must admit I have not been the most receptive. It's hard to break yourself from a shell that you have been living in for most of your unlife.
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