POETRY

People stare. I had in my three-paged homework. I turn red. Everyone else has less than two pages. And I know what they're thinking. Teacher's Pet.
Of course, I don't always do my homework with three pages. Yeah, I can be normal.
Everyone's staring now. I have a tendency to blush all the time...now was one of those times.
Time is starting to go slow. Was the clock made to go so slow? I want to hide but my teacher is showing it to the class now. My poem. My homework. Oh, god.
Remember. Always remember to NEVER write big. It makes you look like a smarty pants. It makes it longer. Trust me. I learned this the hard way.
Yeah, so technically, I am a cured patient from smarty pants-itis. Okay, so I still do three-paged homework and "Teacher's Pet" things. But how can you tell a dog not to bark?...exactly.