Hot Cheeto Girl

This is based of the novel The Canterberry Tales. The class picked the culture of the school and each student picked someone to describe in the school. Each student had to have in there prologue: 30 lines, be in iambic pentameter (ten syllables per line), use heroic couplets and have at least two allusions.

By Hannah Houser

There lived a girl who was very truant, In sass and sarcasm she was fluent. From the full length of her acrylic nails To her hot cheeto bag that had run stale. A loose enigma of reservation, With little care for her education. A foe to teachers, principals, and staff, Yet, an ally - on the students’ behalf. Penetrative eyes with much conviction: One look could lead to your crucifixion. She was never afraid to snap at you, Everyday brought another Waterloo. She could be any girl: tall, short, or stout. But when she liked you, she’d never act out. To most, she was easy to vilify, But her honesty was hard to come by. High school had brought seas of phonies and snakes: A mental war zone that was hard to shake. And yet, the girl was never insecure. Her confidence had made her self assured. With words easily reprimandable, “to the office!” was understandable. Underneath an icy exterior Left a girl - who had been much eerier. No one knew why she was the way she was.. Nor do they understand the things she does. Only one thing about her was certain, She always put up an iron curtain. And if someone tried to pull back the shades, Her guards would come back up - nothing conveyed.