The Bluestocking 2023-24

I tell myself, I hate this feeling, I hate it I hate it I hate it and I never want to feel it again.

I really miss Grade 1.

Grade 3: Our giggles echo through the hallway, My friend squeals, “You like who now?” We look like a bunch of fools, laughing our way to class; Our cheeks and ears flush like pigs. But heavy footsteps interrupt our dreamy conversations, They pound – thump thump thump, Getting closer – thump thump THUMP – And suddenly I tumble forwards As I look up to see a boy bounding down the hallway without a glance back, and I hear a laugh stifle from his mouth. I’m surprised – really, that was all I felt. I’m surprised because he didn’t notice, he didn’t hear, he didn’t care, He probably meant to do that. It makes me think,

Maybe not all boys are like those in the books I read, Or like those in the TV shows I giggle about at home. Maybe those were just fantasies ignorant of reality.

Oh, how I miss Grade 1.

Grade 4: New school, new people, new friends, I wonder where my old friends are. I wonder what they’re doing right now, what they’re feeling – are they happy? Sad? Do they miss me? I want my old friends back – the ones I’ve had since Grade 1. I don’t want people whose faces I can’t remember or

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