Poem From An 8th Grader With a Crush Contest

Dear Michael, As I sit daily in back of you I find myself melting into my seat I have noticed you are fairly new I anticipate the day we formally meet. I heard you moved here to live with your dad And that you live on the block next to mine I was hoping my note would make you glad I admire your smile at lunch when it shines. I want you to know that this class can get mean Especially with those punks in the third row I advise you if you join a sports team They will stop their comments and respect you so. Since the 8th grade dance is very soon I was wondering if you had a date I have English with you at a quarter to noon Please write back I will certainly wait. By: Sabina Nicole