a little girl just barely three,
sits reading beneath a tree,
the other kids scamper and run around,
that poor little girl dares not make a sound,
she turn the page and blocks it all out,
Hamlet,
by Shakesphere,
"to be, or not to be: that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to-"
THUNK!
a softball to the head,
a misleading name but not a single care given,
the ball rolled away and she continues to read.
"-to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end th-"
WHACK!!
another,
the last problem given to the girl.
she slowly, stalked over to the batter,
uh oh:
he has just snapped the thread the kept the bombe from exploding.
HEUH!!!
HEH!!
on his back he now lays in the light of the day,
taken down by a girl barely just three,
he:
the 15 year old football player.
an audible gasp among the others around them,
she wipes dirt off her hands then swiftly walks away,
back to her book:
or so she thought,
whisked away,
she was dragged,
too strong for a girl,
crazy,
insane,
overly smart,
all of which not one she was,
a little girl barely just three,
she got out on a plea:
just try to fit in,
get along with your peers,
please! we just want to get you away from here,
she was then released,
books taken away,
I scared too many people: that's enough for one day.

picture by picture all back in the box,
then all sealed up and locked with three locks...