A Boy I Don't Know

by Sasha T Halen   Feb 12, 2012


I heard the front door open,
I was in my room, getting CD's.
I snuck out of my room and into my mom's I went.

Three CD's, I was putting one in.
Headphones in hand,
when I heard footsteps.........................................

"Where's your bathroom at?" he asked.
"Next door," I said.

How weird, he was only here for six minutes.
That was the boy I don't know.

My mom's friends are wierd!!

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