His Name Was Angel

I didn't have any friends in school. I was quiet. And shy. One day we were coloring, And I made a rainbow. It only had five colors- Red, orange, purple, brown, pink- Because those were my favorite colors. People told me The rainbow doesn't have brown in it. I didn't care. I cried when no one was looking. There was a boy in my class And his name was Angel. People told him That angels were white. I think he cried when no one was looking. In the first week Someone made fun of him Because he spilled his apple sauce. I didn't tell the teacher. In the second week We had to color in the lines. No one shared their crayons. I didn't tell the teacher. In the third week It seemed things were getting better. Someone pushed him off the monkey bars. I didn't tell the teacher. In the fourth week He got sick And threw up under his desk. Someone told the teacher. In the fifth week And the sixth week And the seventh Angel didn't come back. It made me melancholy Though I didn't quite know why. I think it was because I'd have liked him to be my friend. And I wished I'd told the teacher Maybe Angel would have stayed.