High School Angst

After improvising this one day when inspiration finally struck me, (Thank you to good ole' life events for being my muse.) throwing this in the trash because I hated it (since it originally ended with outstretched hand because I wrote this on the day of Banquet before I knew what his response would be so I was literally waiting longer for that dance (XD) and then eventually found out the ending,) then fishing it out of the trash because I didn't have anything else for this mandatory Poetry Slam hosted by my Creative Writing class, in which I improvised again and added what the ending is now, I give you what, shockingly to me, because I still disliked it since it seemed to be a commonly annoying theme that teachers who are judging this don't really want to hear about, received first place and people who couldn't contain their snaps so they clapped  (For poetry you're supposed to snap not clap. Don't ask me why.) Sorry for that awkwardly long sentence, but that's how things went. XD I also got a prize which were actually the same things as the other two people who got prizes. (There were only three places.) I got a pen, journal which looks like an imitation of a moleskin journal with lines, and a $20 gift card to Barnes N Noble. XD Anyway, sorry for my blabbing, but I'm actually kind of proud of this and it shows that this wasn't the plain piece I thought it was since it didn't contain that much imagery. Also thank you to that guy who rejected me; you got me $20 worth of books richer. XD