The night before, after a little party thing that many other school kids were at too. Ziggy asked you if he could have the poem you made yourself. And which, you said yes and handed it to him after his weird joke about "killing people by paper cutting them" with the poem.

Eventually, it was the next day, Ziggy walked up to you during y'all's lunch break. Which was some of the only few times you two could talk other than those rare times in class.

Ziggy handed you back the poem with a small awkward smile on his lips as he stood there. Though, you could sense some anxiousness. You wonder why? But whatever.

"Yo... You write tera-lift. I loved how descriptive your words were... And stuff..."