Weird and Unusual Weird and unusual was how she was classed. A new town, a new place The same old way, the same old rules Teenagers trying to be cool in their trendy clothes Waiting their acceptance into the gang But they, in a cell, would soon be bored Hearing the same old news Wearing the same trendy clothes Does no-one want to scream? Perhaps a few, but none would dare In case of being given a stare Yet, here she was, a colour against the rest Shock, shock, horror, horror And perhaps someday someone else will too.