This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Here is my fence, and here's where I sit;There are two sides I see, and I feel like a twit.There is no middle place that is both safe and sound;Rather, both sides pull my legs 'til I fall to the ground.Up here, I can see many points of strong view,And sometimes it's easy to know what to do.But others, it seems like I can't find...
Michael Zorn was angry. Every time a new teacher took over the class, the kids were moved around and seated alphabetically. For the teacher’s convenience. It didn’t matter how the kids felt about it. No more sitting next to his only friend, Josh Carter. And he’d just broken Josh in. People always changed things for the dumbest reasons. Another thing wrong with this planet. With a grunt of annoyance, Michael collected his...
