The sound of people walking,
Of the lockers slamming,
Of people talking.
I know Forks Middle School,
The smell of tech room wood,
Of the could-be food,
Of the essence of good.
I know Forks Middle School,
The “Sit down and be quiet,”
“Raise your hand to speak,”
and “Don’t cause a riot.”
I know Forks Middle School.
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