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[Regan Hartley ♥]

reganHARTLEY!

Regan had never been a fan of English class. She wasn't a fan of school in general really but she had to come every single day. If her parents found out she was skipping school her dad got really angry. In fact the faded bruise which circled her right eye was from her dad hitting her after finding out she had skipped school. It was almost gone now and Regan had reluctantly learned a lesson. However today in the wonderful realms of English class they were studying poetry. Last class they had all been assigned to write a poem and today everyone had to read theirs out. Regan was self conscious about the poem she had written as writing wasn't usually her forte. But she had done the assignment.

Student after student had read theirs out. There were a few more people to go before Regan had to read her's aloud and anxious butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She had never been one to read things she wrote aloud, willingly at least. She always believed that what she wrote wasn't good enough for public consumption. It was an anxiety of hers. She didn't even read the poems out to her siblings whereas she had no qualms about singing in front of them. Another student sat down having finished reading their poem. Another student stood after their name being called. They began to read and sweat droplets formed on Regan's palms. She exhaled softly and smoothed her skirt that she had been forced to wear. "Regan Hartley?" asked the teacher.

Regan gulped and stood. She held the crumpled sheet of paper out in front of her. She inhaled deeply and wiped her palms on the tattered pink skirt that she detested. She opened her mouth and began to read her poem:

"The fire crackled and burned,
The only light for miles.
Snow floated down,
Meeting the already covered ground.
She shivers
Tears are frozen to her cheeks.
She can't cry anymore.
He's gone now,
And she had to be strong.
But she can't.
Her world feels like it has ended.
But she's wrong.
If only she believed,
The truth would appear.
Mr. Right is coming,
He's only lost his way."

When she finished the poem she dropped her gaze to the ground and took her seat. Her cheeks were flushed, and she felt embaressed.

[Cara Rayne]

Cara had seen Regan in class before, but she had never spoken to the girl. So when she heard the acknowledged greaser read her poem though, Cara couldn't help but be blown away. It was good in her own opinion. She wasn't sure what that opinion would mean to Regan, but it was what Cara thought nonetheless. Cara waited until Regan took her seat before leaning forward and whispering. "Hey, good job up there."

Cara still had to go unfortunately. She didn't like showing off her work. She could do it, she just wasn't sure if she really wanted to. It wasn't like she had much of a choice though. Especially since the teacher had just called her name. Cara walked to stand in front of the classroom and stuffed her hands in her pockets. She had memorized the poem for lack of htings to do. She could only hope that she didn't forget any of it.

My mind reels
What am I to do
I sit here staring at the space around me
My eyes do not see
There is nothing inside of me
I have become empty once again

It is silence that draws me forth
Nothing exists but me
The air presses in around me
I want to make some sound
I want to make some movement
I want it all to break

Time ends
I am alive
I can feel
I deny the very fact for fear
Could one ever imagine such a thing
What is there

Thought stops as I rejoin reality
The people around me continue on
They have noticed nothing
I tstand up and go on with them
No matter what has happened before
Now it all ends

Now it was Cara's turn to sit back down. Everyone could think what they wanted about that poem. Cara didn't care. At least that was what she was trying to tell herself. In truth, she really did want to know what they thought. It was here work and therefore a part of her. So in a way, it was also their opinion of her she was assessing.