The score

by Tatiana Pizarro   May 2, 2007


She cries-quickly wipes her tears
The score- horrible, people would point and laugh
It's the only- time she has ever cried at school
Her eyes- Soft, sweet, and hazle
She- has no one to turn to. No one for her to talk to. No one is there for her anymore.
All because- of the score

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