Written.ioche

Thinking about my past and looking into the future
All I wish I knew was the truth behind life
That not everything is sun shine and rainbows
That things are going to hard
That things won't last forever

Last day already
all the students out on the field
running
talking
some even crying
It's sad how it's alread the end of 8th grade for us
I don't think some of us are ready just yet
some students gave the teachers problems

so many people have favorites
favorite writers and artist
most of them are known for being a bit things
but for me mine isn't known that well
my favorite writer, my favorite artist
is my best friend

Who am I?
well I'm not fully sure myself
I'm seen as different things
from that weird kid in class
to someones best friend
someones who always smiles
to someone crying in a corner
from this kind loving girl

I'm sorry,
It's time to go
 

As I sit in the classroom, last one of the day
just a few days till we're out of school
It seems unreal, but the weather is so warm
8th grade almost done
almost 9th, almost a high schooler
I shouldn't worry about next year