Skittetty Skatt
And there she sat,
At the very back of the classroom alone on a single desk
With only that little red pencil case for company,
Watching.
Skittetty Skatt did this often.
She liked her seat in Class B13, right at the back
away
away from Whitney’s hairspray
Away from Shay’s notepad
Away.
The thing is with Skittetty Skatt, was that she really didn’t want to wear the mismatched socks.
She didn’t mean to end up with neon green hair,
And she certainly didn’t mean for it to get caught up in the feathers on that blue scarf she wore.
It’s just that she actually didn’t own anything in pairs,
And pretty colours like all the others.
She didn’t have any mirrors at home,
So doing her hair in the mornings wasn’t an easy thing.
One afternoon, as Skittetty Skatt mixed up chemicals of every kind in the lab,
There was a huge explosion
Bang
The entire building was up in flames.
Everybody died.
The school had to be shut down.
So Skittetty Skatt bought a desk just like the one she had in B13 and put it up against her bedroom wall.
She sat there every morning,
Watching.
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