The girls who cried emo

I walk in,
Listening to my I-pod.
They pull out a earphone,
Listen to my music for a second.
"OH! She's listening to her emo music!"
They scream with glee and giggle wildly.
"Actually its grunge" I mumble so no one can hear,
I take my seat.

I pull out the book I'm reading,
They pick it up.
"Oh my gosh! Emo vampire books"
They throw my book on the floor.
I reach down to pick it up,
They step on my hand.

The teacher arrives,
"Girls, stop your gossiping and take your seats"
I relax slightly,
They wont do anything to bad with the teachers here.
"Today we'll be sharing the poems we've been working on."
My friend next to me gives me an encouraging jab in the ribs,
"OH miss!! She's an emo, She writes heaps of poems".
I sink back in my chair,
And mutter a rude comment under my breath.

The next day I'm in town with my friends,
Three of those girls also happen to be there.
"Look! She's here with her little emo friends!"
My friend sees me flinch,
He steps forward and slaps her.
She starts crying,
He snickers, "Who's the emo now?"