? clueless ?

My mind is clueless......it's like a puzzle but all the pieces are missing, aha! I've got it .... no it's gone I look up, oh no Mr Hooton is walking around the classroom, I look back down at my page wishing that there was something on it, then I feel Mr Hooton's cold black shadow crowd me "why haven't you done any work" he says "get on" I stare at the clock hoping that the bell will go off any minute, then I have an idea I'll write a poem about time, I start to write, all the pieces are coming together now Mr Hooton comes over and stares at me like he has just won a million pounds "that's brilliant" he says "why don't you perform it to the class?" I can't believe I have done it!

written by Elena Mead