All my friends are leaving

All my friends are eighth graders,

Or on the other team.

Aside from two,

Who I hope never tire of me

But probably already have.

All my friends are eighth graders,

Which means all my friends are leaving.

All my friends are going away

To a faraway place

Except for a few

Who are stuck with me.

I have a friend

Who can't spell "coconut"

And who can't spell

Anything

Actually.

I have a friend

Not really a friend

An in-between

Who jumps into our conversations

Randomly

And gives me this Look

Like I'm crazy.

I have two friends

Who are amazing

And watching me write

Who I've written

A lot about.

I have a few friends, out of reach

On another team -

Crazy

Psycho

Nobody knows.

The rest of my friends

The sane ones

Are eighth graders.

All my friends are leaving.

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

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