The New GirlA Poem by eccathNew girl is different from the others on her first day, but she walks on, not taking notice.
She wandered the halls, backpack in hand,
marching to the beat of her own marching band. Her hair tied back and ready to face the hustle and bustle of the new human race. Unfamiliar faces filled the halls They filled every corner and tooks up the walls. They twisted and turned their locker combinations while she fumbled with hers with lots of frustration. She grunted as she lifted her heavy text books earning her from near by students some looks. But the new girl marched on, books in hand, marching to the beat of her own marching band. © 2010 eccathAuthor's Note
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