I was wandering away from my group I was delicately placed into.

it used to be all of us

a group of close-knit friends, who'd sit together, laugh together, sometimes even cry together. 

but something changed in us, maybe we changed.

the day he was new was the day i made a new friend.

he was my height, my age, and had pretty eyes. he was nice and sat next to me. his name was Pierce. like his piercing eyes, or piercing smile.