This is me.
My name is Sam.
I’m in 8th grade.
I want to be a unicorn.
I gallop when I run, just for fun.
I don’t know who to ask to be a unicorn,
so I just become one.
Two months have passed and I’m kinda relieved.
I’m becoming a unicorn, I believe.
Another day in boring math class, I endorse.
Then I hear a slight peeling
Now the truth is finally revealing.
A small thump on my desk
It's my horn.
The tape fell off.
It was the unicorn police
I swear
made me human again.
This is me.
My name is Sam.
I’m still in 8th grade,
a stupid human again.
-S.N.
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