From the Prior Thinker
Today I started Bellmouth High
Finally growing up I thought with a sigh
First days are always full of stressful nerves
Who grew taller who got curves
This year was no exception to the rule
We weren't babies anymore this was high school.
Everyone gathered in the auditorium as the rising freshman were due to speak
Just as quiet came over the mob I felt it start to leak.
Sweating bullets as the bubble took hold
One silently had already leaked out truth be told.
Each freshman took a turn
Two in front of me that's when it decided to burn.
No time now so had to just bear it
TElling myself to put on the brakes cause I was sure to ****.
My turn I walk all penquin like holding back so my problem wouldn't be known
The counselor came from the back and just as she passed by with the microphone
She paused behind me and said go ahead and start
And as if on cue my body let out the most embarrassing fart.
Now if that wasnt enough for my name to smear
It was when it went thru the speakers for everyone to hear.
Then as silence still ruled the moment
The boy right behind me said "eww" can you imagine my torment.
So from that day forward instead of being the Thinker
They call me the Stinker..
Copyright © Rose Henderson | Year Posted 2015
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