Poem by cupcakegirl95

My name is Megan, my age is 12. I'm very smart,and very tall, I try to talk but I can't talk it all. He is so cute, and also so tall. I walk away, back into the crowd. Maybe hel'l listen, probaly not at all. He thinks I am stupid, he thinks I am a snot. His name is Brandon, he is very hot. I walk back in, to the Orchestra class. I sit on my chair. My best friend just laughes. I start to play, but I can't play today.My hands got real sweaty, I just wasn't ready. I walk into the bathroom and stare at my hair.The color is orange, its short, but its fair. I walk back into the room.And I sit in the chair, I play my violin, it plays a buitiful sound, very strange, but very rare.