It was algebra class
Mr. Wallace
I'd been gone
days
weeks
months.
days
weeks
months.
Somehow I'd made it
back.
back.
Suddenly a shout
He has a gun.
Running, screaming.
I saw him.
Found a phone.
Found a phone.
Dialed 911
they put me on hold.
they put me on hold.
He's here.
More running, screaming.
Outside, scattered
my feet too heavy
to lift.
to lift.
He followed, not alone.
A girl.
A girl.
Laughing.
Look at how frightened
they are!
Look at how frightened
they are!
I climbed
a brick wall
fell into a ditch.
The girl took the gun
The girl took the gun
shot me in the heavy
foot.
foot.
Aimed again
missed.
Barely.
Barely.
I crawled away.
Limped through a
cemetery full of
holes.
Went down side streets
through empty houses
until, at last
almost home.
But like the boy
I was no longer alone.
I was no longer alone.
The girl
she walked beside me
her eyes queer and scary.
I tried to make small talk
the weather.
She listened
said nothing.
Into my house.
She listened
said nothing.
Into my house.
No help.
Crept up the stairs
Crept up the stairs
called the police
She's here.
Nothing.
I am still holding the phone.
She is standing in the doorway.
Did you call the police?
Oh no.
Just talking to
a friend.
She doesn't believe me.
Why should she?
She comes over
whispers into my ear
Don't do it.
Don't do it.
Think of all the lives
you are about to
you are about to
ruin.
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