Twenty Years

Year One

It was the first day of seventh grade.

I thought it was gonna be normal, just like any of first day.

Then you walked in.

You were a new student.

You looked around shyly.

The teacher made you say your name.

Krism.

She also said to say a few things about yourself.

You shook your head, no.

Then you took a seat in the front.

I immediately knew I wanted to be your friend.

You just seemed so... different.

And I wanted to get to know you.