Sept. 11 (Bionicle)A Poem by Ben Taylor
school ends early,
parents are called. 1st grade, Mrs. Mueller looks nervous. I'm sent home with parents, given a toy (the red and yellow bionicle from mcdonalds, it was) the TV is small and black and white; they are both staring with such intensity (the 5th one I need, only one more! my dad has been buying happy meals until he gets them all) they sit down, and turn the volume down. something happened, or the same thing happened again. the sun is bright, and the pine tree outside our living room spreads the sunlight. but I feel scared, and I don't know why.
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