Rena

I walk into class and see you. I hate when your bummed out. The things I do for your smile… so I think, and I rehearse my joke. I do it 1st, 2nd, look at you, then a 3rd. I put googly eyes on my hand and sit at the desk smiling. Hey bud~ I saw you were bummed so I hired a therapist for you. I grin and snicker as I walk my fingers to you in a way that stares and I mouth. heheh~ “Geez, what’s the matter? You need a hand?” I snicker until I realize… your not laughing? I stop… you ok?