Secret, shy, bashful, smiles they share It’s junior high, so teachers beware Going to the library, without making a sound Carrying her books, eating pizza, so round Soon its time,to move up, to the high school Where dating, playing football, everyone’s cool Only allowed to look, and keep your voice down No whispering, talking, or wearing a frown Classes, books, computers, and then the lunch Quietly, studying, answers, just a hunch Soon the years, and tears, fly by so fast It’s graduation, forgetting the silent past We are finally, allowed, to yell and scream As we graduate, and finally, living the dream