Friday The 13th

Patiently she waited with her hands loosely clasped
Slim, pale fingers gently placed upon her lap
Waiting for the day to come as she quietly waits
Going with whatever flows, steadily full with faith
Fear was not in the plan, no matter how worst or horrible
All she needed was to get through the day stable
She listens intently ass he closely observes
Waiting for the faith she feels she rightly deserves
As she reaches her destination, future day in the atmosphere
She feels so unready, unwanted; not wanting to be here

Tell me what you think. I wrote this on the top of my head when I arrived at school as you see in the lines 'As she reaches her destination' then it stops a little after that because my friends were coming and bugging me. But other then that, this is true and it happened while my grandpa dropped me off to school, this is how I started my morning. Yeah it's boring but this is a poetry forum and this is how I started my Friday The 13th