"Who are these poems by?" Katy asked.
"Maya Angelou!" I said aloud(to myself actually).
Mr. Bustos murmured a "yes" and walked back to his desk.
My poem was called I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, same as Eleanor's, who was seated at my table with Mehr and I. I looked at Mehr's poem title, Alone, and giggled. Mehr made a funny frown face.
"I don't like mine!" she complained.
"Like what?" Eleanor asked, looking up from her sketch.
"This," Mehr showed her the poem. Eleanor giggled too.
"Here," Eleanor said," let me change it," and she went to the table in front of us where Katy, Sara, Stephanie and Daniela sat to trade.
After a few seconds, she came back with a new one, Touched by an Angel. Mehr seemed delighted and we started to sketch. Then out of the blue,"I wonder how you can be touched be an angel?" Mehr said to herself.
Both Eleanor and I looked up and wondered too. Suddenly, Eleanor stood up, made her hands look like wings as she made a halleluyah sound and poked Mehr on the forehead. We all burst into laughter and mimiced what she just did again and again till the bell rang.
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