"Alright, Danielle it's your turn to present your piece of poetry to the class." Mr.Jacobs says. All eyes turn towards a girl with straight black hair and impassive gray eyes. She stands up, "Okay." She says quietly.

"I guess my love is boring. My love isn't like fireworks. My love is more like the night sky That nobody seems to notice On the fourth of July.

My love, I understand your frustration, I too wish I was bold. But, my love, I am no firework." She says sitting back down.