You completely disappeared off the face of this earth. I hope you're not dead. I miss you very much. We met the first day of school. We had a computer class together and I would soon discover your love for drugs. I use to be your look out while you would snort crystal under the desks of Ms. Robinson's class. I was there the majority of the time when you would do cocaine in the girls restroom, making sure you didn't get caught. Even though I wasn't hardcore like you were, I understood you. I mean I knew well enough that just because you did drugs that it didn't make you a horrible person. In fact, you were a very good friend. We had many altercations with girls and even though it was you who had issues with them, I went along because you were my friend and I had your back. Out of my 14 years of living you were the only friend who stood by me and stuck up for me. You never let anyone talk shit about me and get away with it. I clearly recall a time when we had a problem with these two girls at school and they came up to us, you were ready to fight. I'm sure something would of happened if Mr. Hurst didn't get in the way. You were one of the realest girls I knew. You meant what you said and you did whatever you wanted to.You were mean and beautiful. Then sophomore year started, the first week you told me that your parents were relocating you to Mexico, I was pissed. They thought you were out of hand so therefore to resolve your issues you had to stay away from the bad influences in your life. High school was pretty bland after that...
I think about you sometimes, hope you are doing swell :)
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