Red Slip

• Lilani Hale, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2009

I sit in the class typing away,
then my teacher walks away,
as soon as shes out the door,
the kids scream,
my ears get sore,
She comes back in,
and the screaming starts to dim,
She asks who started it,
they all point at me,
she turns a bit,
She pulls out a red slip,
hands me it.

It says in big bold black letter:

NAME: LILY

REASON: A GOOD ENOUGH ONE!

WHAT CLASS TO BE SENT: TO A DIFFERENT CLASS!

I look at her,
shes pointing at the door,
i grab my bag thats laying on the floor.

I stumble across the path,
trying to find a room,
to learn in,
i open the door and walk,
into the room of doom.

The teacher stares,
The kids stare,
stare back?
I wouldnt dare!