(In Editing) I wanted to forget my past, I still do. I liked Lewis, I really did, or at the time anyway.
I was half way through the fifth grade when I realized I liked him. He didn't know then, but he does now.
Then came sixth grade, that was a different story.
The rest of sixth grade I either forgot, or have chosen to forget.
Seventh grade came with pain, and I found out who my true friends were.
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The Pocket Boy
Short StoryMy life story and how one boy scarred me forever, and how loosing friends didn't define me. Three Pocket Boys, two past, one present.