Bad Luck for A Friend, Bad Luck For Me.

It was tough luck for my friend. He would catch a new kind of common cold every other month, twist his ankle everyway possible way, and he always managed to set foot on the stair that was most likely to break under his weight. My dog would intimidate him by biting at his legs while we were arriving home from junior high. Things would fly towards his face, be it a soccer ball or his …

…friends all handle this school thing okay, I think. I never see my friends anymore and as I walk through the hallway I am constantly ran into as if I am nothing; I am just an ant at school. I dream of the days when I was someone, not another "Who?" I want nothing more than to be happy by next spring; by the time the plum trees are spilling their juices all around themselves.