not done

I was only in eigth grade, still a kid, but much much more. I was a person, a someone. I was an idea, i was a hope and i was a dreamer.1

Family life was nothing more than the people i lived with. i didn't have anyone.2

School was my escape, my love, my everything. and i always had it.3

At the beginning of the year, i knew nearly everyone. In a perfect world, they would know me back. As i walked throught the long, dusty halls, i knew i was at home. Seeing my friends from the years before was exhilirating, after being seperated all summer.4

Lacey* was the craziest girl i knew. the year before, i sat with her at lunch and talked with her during fresh air time. she was easily my best friend...and she always made me think of the song "sweet child of mine" by guns n roses.5

....She's got a smile that it seems to me6

Reminds me of childhood memories 7

Where everything 8

Was as fresh as the bright blue sky 9

Now and then when I see her face 10

She takes me away to that special place11

And if I'd stare too long 12

I'd probably break down and cry...13