At rehearsal,

I am not me,

I am Hortensia,

I am a classmate of Matilda,

I sit in the front row of the class,

I yell at the Trunchbull,

She yells at me,

I can spell 'revolting',

R-E-V-O-L-T-I-N-G.

When your Ex-Bff asks,

Are you okay?

You know you look like tears are about to stream down your face,

I was sitting alone at a table,

I can hear people muttering about me,

But I don't care, 

He's just a guy,

So why does he matter to me?

Well, 

I should,

I guess,

I mean,

He's been my best friend for years,

almost 4,

but,

I found out he's moving,

to a different school,