Garfield sits in the right-hand corner of my desk.
I adjust him. I look around at the others in my class.
Some have; some do not.
I am now a part of something.
Mine is in a sitting position and small. Just perfect.
Mrs. McKinnon said Garfields are allowed if you do not play with them.
It is weird how something so effortless
can alter how you feel inside.
In my mentality, I now belong.
If only for a short time.