"Square!" the children would taunt, while she'd build her reports…
…As prefect for the school, Kate neglected to fool around and respected the rules.
The teacher's pet, would even keep a set of weekly tests…
…neatly resting upon the rostrum seated next to her reading desk.
These daily chores retained allure she favoured more than fame or fortune…
…the maze of halls, her quaintly gaunt frame would haunt, became rewarding.
When one day a blaze of auburn, hair would halt our brazen warden…
And bark in a boldly profound, manner “…Wanna show me around?"
Kate duly accepted, moved to the exit looking truly majestic…
"…you must be Sara, the new girl" she asked, assuming correctly.
The red-head gave a stifled “Yeah,”
Exchanged conversation ‘til the tour had ended…
…Where the two had formed a friendship, more authentic, than ANY Kate thought to mention.
They’d meet on the dormant benches, forging an unlikely pair…
…Sara being the socialite with flair and vibrant hair, while Kate was quite the square.
But that was soon to change, as Sara’s influence grew on Kate…
…Bbefore long she’d flirt with boys, with certain poise, and rued the day-
That she’d ever divulged happiness from how she’d build reports…
…Now she’d found acceptance in make-up, and underage intercourse.
Until eventually she fell pregnant,
With the ‘dad’ wanting no part of it.
The thought of her son being raised fatherless, tore her heart to bits.
All she’d ever wanted was a little acceptance from the ‘in’ crowd.
What a waste of a kind young mind.
DaMn.