When i had tell my life story in second grade nobody believed me when i said that i lived with about 12 different people. Clara was the only one to believe me. At recess we would sit under a tree laughing and then i found out her aunt died of cancer. She stopped laughing and i had to hold my crush in today's terms against my chest. she would always come and she would always cry her heart out while we would be watching a movie. Even now i can't play certain songs and i also hold her still against my chest. everybody says "why would you date her" or " why her why not me" and then i say " because you're fake and she doesn't need every boy in the world"
