for eighth grade history
i had mrs. gallagher
while everyone had
honors with mrs. walters.
i felt stupid and nervous
because i didn’t talk to
anyone in the class.
my frown turned to
a smile
when you walked in
late and took the
seat directly next to me.
history was a drag
but nonetheless fun
due to your mrs. gallagher
impressions and
mocking behind her back.
oh, don’t forget the
paper throwing and
jolly rancher eating.
things didn’t seem to
change even though it was
a year later.
YOU ARE READING
with me
Short Story❝I wish I could have told you goodbye. But I didn't know. I didn't know.❞ © tilmorning.
