The Pocket Boy

(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.