Page 58 - Fallen Thoughts

Miss. Camm smiles to the class as she stands and explains what we’re doing

today: Analyzing poetry.

We have to choose one of our favourite songs and identify a bunch of

figurative language, metaphors, similes, and personification. Then we have to

explain how the song relates to our society in modern day. Everyone but me groans

at that part, this is what I love about English. As long as I have evidence to support

my argument, I literally cannot be wrong. Miss. Camm appeases the masses of the

class by saying that we can do it in partners.

Normally I would do this kind of thing alone, but Stella and I both look at

each other at the same time and grin.

Once we push our desks together, we start working immediately.

“What song should we do?” I ask them.

She thinks about it before answering, “We should probably do something

that we’re both familiar with. Um, do you know Fall Out Boy or Twenty One

Pilots?”

My chest aches and I can’t tell if I’m excited or if I’m dying, “I love TOP!”

She squeals quietly. When Stella smiles, two dimples appear on her chin. I

don’t know why, but that makes me insanely happy.

“What’s your favourite album?”

We continue talking for almost the whole class, barely getting anything done

before the bell rings.

As the students rush out, Miss. Camm calls, “These are due two days from

now, so please work on them at home!”
Stella gathers up her books and suggests we work on the assignment

together tonight, since we’ll be together anyway. I agree. Miss. Camm waves to us
as we leave.