They are the only ones who annoy me. I am the only only one who bugs them. Two obnoxious girls with curved hips and thick horsehair on each head. Two who trespass my own personality. Two unpleasant remarks there to crush me. From my class I can hear them, but my teacher says I’m not paying attention.
Their laugh is powerful. They plow through the hallways between each hour. They stand up and charge out and grab the fear between their demon eyes with clouds of grey circling above their heads. This is how they take control.
Let one lose track of his belongings, they’d all rumble like thunder in a storm, each with their crazy looks. Look, look, look I say. They run.
When I am alone and too tired to keep looking, when I am a flower covered with pollen in the fresh summer air. When there is nothing left to look at. Two who will always hate for desire. Two who comes in a pair. Two who’s only reason is to hurt me.