hello. once there were two boys in my school, david and leon. there were other boys too, but i always ended up looking at the two boys, maybe i am intrigued by them because they never seemed to change, at least for a while. david always wore buttoned shirts and had neatly divided hair, he played with the loud boys in the school. i noticed that everytime the loud boys sat down at lunchtime david was always the one who was sitting near the middle of the group, but he never spoke a lot of the time. leon used to always sit alone and away from the loud boys, leon had very messy hair but it was strange because it looked the exactly the same every day, he wore t-shirts and jeans. he always had a book with him, other girls sometimes walked past him and said "what a nerd" and giggled and walked away. and he would just blush. i think the two boys had found out about me looking at them too, leon used to sometimes gaze at me and when i looked at towards his direction he would blush and then looked down at his food. david was always looking away from me, but one time i spied on him by turning my head away, but turned my eyes back to see him and i saw that he was looking at me. but when i turn my head back he quickly turned away again and pretended to read the clock on the wall. one day in the drawer of my desk i found a piece of paper and it had a poem on it, it was a love poem. i didn't know what to do because i had never received a poem before, and it didn't have a name on it. the confusion carried on for days, so on a wednesday i wrote on two pieces of paper "the best place for a poet is the apple tree, 4:00 is the poet's time", and placed them into david and leon's drawers when no one were looking. whoever wrote the poem was going to appear. at 4:00 i hid behind a wall looking at the apple tree, and the person who appeared was leon, who picked an apple there and started eating it, i didn't go up to him, i just stood behind the wall and watched, leon stood there for 15 minutes before walking away, and threw the apple into the bin. i couldn't go to bed that night, i didn't know what to do when a boy writes me a poem, and also now i had made him stand in the apple tree for 15 minutes. i wrote a letter that night. the next day i have in my bag a letter, that i placed later into a boy's drawer. during lunchtime i overheard a girl saying to another girl "a boy just put a poem into my drawer", and started reading this poem which i have read before. it was the same one that leon wrote for me. at 4:00 near the apple tree i asked the boy "why do you always play with the loud boys, you seem so quiet", he told me that they were his friends, even when they're loud. he taught me something i never knew, i think. they both did. after a moment of slience david walked away. he didn't come back to school the next day. and not the next week either. i never saw him again. i never looked at leon again. lola. _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+