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Mrs. Richart said, Go home tonight and do your freaking homework. Do it right, do it good. Or you get a bad grade. I wonder if it's really that easy. I'm 16, a Pikachu, and born in Marion, Illinois. I've been going to school here my whole life, and I'm the only ginger haired Pikachu here. I live in a ****** little house, Down the road from the park, in Marion... An now I'm sitting here Writing this poem thing. I'm not too sure what's true to be seen, or heard, or told, at my age of sixteen. I guess I am what I be. And what I be, could it be, what I see? I see trees, and bees...and other people...no. That can't be right. Unless I looked in a mirror... Now I look, and I see a girl. A girl who likes to eat, sleep and have fun. She loves being with friends and being in love. She cares deeply about her friends and would do everything in her willpower to help them in need. I guess looking a bit like a Pikachu doesn't change the fact that she's just as good as other people. So will my page thing be good that I write? Being me, it won't be like a Jigglypuff, Absol, Vulpix or Mew... Definitely not Mew... But it will be a part of you, Mrs. Richart, and my friends. Because you all are good. Better than good. You are great, amazing, and beautiful, All put together......gramaziful! You're gramaziful! Though, sometimes perhaps you have your moments.... And so do I... But still. We are all graaziful in our own special way. This is my poem thing for English II.
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
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Theme for English II
Mrs. Richart said, Go home tonight and do your freaking homework. Do it right, do it good. Or you get a bad grade. I wonder if it's really that easy. I'm 16, a Pikachu, and born in Marion, Illinois. I've been going to school here my whole life, and I'm the only ginger haired Pikachu here. I live in a ****** little house, Down the road from the park, in Marion... An now I'm sitting here Writing this poem thing. I'm not too sure what's true to be seen, or heard, or told, at my age of sixteen. I guess I am what I be. And what I be, could it be, what I see? I see trees, and bees...and other people...no. That can't be right. Unless I looked in a mirror... Now I look, and I see a girl. A girl who likes to eat, sleep and have fun. She loves being with friends and being in love. She cares deeply about her friends and would do everything in her willpower to help them in need. I guess looking a bit like a Pikachu doesn't change the fact that she's just as good as other people. So will my page thing be good that I write? Being me, it won't be like a Jigglypuff, Absol, Vulpix or Mew... Definitely not Mew... But it will be a part of you, Mrs. Richart, and my friends. Because you all are good. Better than good. You are great, amazing, and beautiful, All put together......gramaziful! You're gramaziful! Though, sometimes perhaps you have your moments.... And so do I... But still. We are all graaziful in our own special way. This is my poem thing for English II.
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