Crying is the rain of the heart. It's the cry for help that nobody hears. It's the flooding of the soul. Crying is when someone chooses to let go. They choose to let go of the strings that hold it all in. They've been strong for too long. It's kind of like holding a stress ball as hard as you can and letting go.
Within three days of year nine I finally moved schools. It was like things were getting better. Things started getting better. I lost myself in a school only to find myself in a new one.
This school was amazing. It brung out the best in me. And that's where I found my best friend. My soul mate. My sister. Her name is Laura Casey McKnight. Although she likes to be called Casey. Her name is Irish. Her voice was something I'd been waiting to hear my entire life. She was like having a lit candle in a pitch black room. She was my candle.
