My poems really help me in times of need. That’s why I was surprised when the poem did nothing for me. I kicked the red cooler. Wait. Why is there a red cooler? I looked closely at it but it seemed ordinary. I opened the cooler and saw a green note. ‘Only to Abby’ I opened it. I immediately liked what Betty did. She wrote it in poem form. The hell is often not in dying Though they have been really trying The things you have to fear Come when others are here The hell of drama is inside us Wait. The hell of drama. When others are here. I felt conflicted. Because I knew exactly what she was asking me to do. I was being asked to spill Hammie’s secret. I took a deep breath. I never wanted to be the bad guy. I walked up to buttercream and whispered into his ear. “Hammie likes you. Don’t believe me, next time you see him, pay attention.” And I knew I had caused drama on two sides of the screen now. ••••••••••••• He seemed to notice what we all had. Noel was clueless as he always is. I saw him talking to Hammie though. In his ear. Holding a- oh my god! A green letter! He must know something too. His eyes widened. At me. Angrily. Then we all fell down a hole. For about 30 minutes. “Why?! Why did you tell him?!” Hammie whispered loudly, as he was closest to me. “The lesson. The field was a distraction. The worst hell isn’t something you can find in a fiery dungeon underground. It’s one you create yourself. With the right People, the right motives, the right background, you can make anywhere your own personal hell.” They fell on the stone ground of a dungeon. By They I mean Hammie and buttercream. Me and Noel were outside the dungeon. Near the exit. Noel ran really fast. A spike impaled him and then pulled him out. “He never wanted you to be happy. He’s- was selfish deep inside. But Sue actually has a heart. And a poem to describe what at least one of you is feeling right now.” I froze. Not- “Yes. That one.” I walked forward and handed the poem to Hammie. “This has mud-“ “Read it.” And he read it. Buttercream obviously felt awkward. “I’m not sure how I feel.” And a light bulb went off in my head. This is a dream though, so it could be And was a real one. But I couldn’t say it. Because the lesson was that hearts can be broken. Just then we got back in front of the house. I gulped. This was going to be a much more personal hell from now on.
