The Cliché Story

"His name is star And I am twinkle He said without me He'd be simple We're always dancing In the night sky Prancing and prancing Never minding what's passing by" I wrote with a simple ball-point pen with a piece of paper I found in my journal. When these two stouts came by and ripped it off. They laughed and laughed saying I was a loser of a sort. I just shrugged them and kept on repeating the poem I just made Then, after class I went to my normal area I looked around... The same as usual as I smell the wonderful books and the ink making my nostrils flare I took a book titled "The Fault in Our Stars" and sat in the corner... My Corner and thought 'What would it be like if time stops for a while', 'Would they have grew old together?' A lot was passing through my mind not noticing that there was a guy that sat in front of me