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Camryn Claud Oct 2013
The crowd cheers
The stands rumble
But the kids on the field stay silent and still
The flags have been set
The people in place
The drum major salutes
Adrelaline pumps through veins
The music starts
And everyone's left foot starts the move
The show runs smoothly
The crowd bursts into applause
I smile as each flag hits the ground on the right count
We march off
And the feeling stays
Marching band fun
Never fades
This is from personal experience fyi and it's one of my very few non-depressing or life lesson related poems.
Ruth Sep 2013
"I realy don't care if you forgive me. If your disappointed in me or even mad. The adrelaline was amazing and fun. You shouldn't blame me for wanting that, because I am young. All you ever do was always trying to lock me up. Can't you see that I hate being restrained? I hate being treated like a little child? * I HATE EVERYTHING YOU DO!!!*

A tear rolled down her face, but she quickled wiped it away. She hung up the phone and walked away without looking back.

I placed the phone back and was taken back to my comfy cell.

— The End —