She..

She walks down the corridor,

High heels clattering,

Curly hair bouncing,

Sharp eyes glaring

People scatter out of her way,

No one daring to look today,

She clears the room with only a look,

Sitting in the centre reading her book

She is full of evil,

And full of menace,

She thinks she is it,

Because she’s from Venice

She has two friends,

They almost as bad,

Last week they pushed me,

It made me quite sad

They call me names,

And hide my stuff,

They tell me that,

I’m looking rough

I really can’t stand them,

But I keep my head up,

I see no point,

In getting my back up

One day soon,

I’ll be over the moon,

We’ll say goodbye,

I will take no more lies..