An Average Day in 6th Grade
(c) 2004 Aire Celeste Norell	I sit at my desk Tense and angry. Trying to ignore The taunting calls Of my classmates As they pelt me With insults. The tears come In a wave of Stinging droplets. I shuffle through my desk, Pretend I'm searching For today's homework. I cry into my pillow Thinking, I hate them! Soon choking sobs Turn to gentle breathing. My mind is at peace.