Wendy

Wendy is the new kid

I'm 12 & she's 13

These kids on the bus are mean

They're assholes, pricks

Everyone else is laughing 

Sneering

Cracking jokes at her expense 

Her hair is short and blonde 

Her makeup is different 

She paints her face white

Eyes and lips black 

She wears a spikey dog collar 

She's one of those Goth chicks 

They all guard their seats so she can't sit 

I'm so sick of them 

I move my backpack to the floor 

so she won't have to stand anymore 

I invite her to be my friend 

It doesn't matter how different we are 

She invites me to spend the night 

We watch Rocky Horror Picture Show

and we listen to Fleetwood Mac

and have cereal for breakfast 

Just like normal kids do 

Weeks go by 

She's hangin' out with some girl named Belinda 

but when they're together 

I'm not allowed 

They're smokin' and drinkin'

They're doin' drugs

But I don't tell because friends don't snitch 

I moved away and came back 

but I haven't seen Wendy since