2nd Floor: A Poem About Studying in the Library

It was morning and outside snow dusted my bike. My task for the day: defeat the gremlins in the woods behind my house. It wouldn't be an easy task as these were no ordinary gremlins. Luckily, i'm no ordinary girl.

I requisitioned my heavy coat and stepped out without saying goodbye to mother. There was no time for goodbyes. This was war. I pulled my slingshot from my pocket and lined up the crosshairs in the direction of the neighbor's cat, Charles. Target practice. That's what it was. And I'd need plenty of it to overcome those sniveling gremlins. You see, they've been running around the woods near my house in broad daylight, laughing boastfully as I mastered my backflip dismount from the swingset.

I probably would have let them be had they not started to make snide remarks about Sam, the curly-haired, slighty clumsy, and always charming boy from my class. Did those gremlins think they could get away with it? Of course they did. But my slingshot was going to prove them wrong.

So I set out across the lawn, over the bridge, across the frozen lake where I encountered my first gremlin. Brandishing my slingshot I said, "You gremlin, do you know the function of this here weapon." To be continued.