I am six years old. I am in the middle of first grade. People are walking around the class, passing out papers. The teacher called me to pack up my things. Daddy is here. I walked out of the classroom. Steven, my friend, came out to give me some papers that I left behind. I never saw him again. I am going to a new school.
Riotous_Proletariat · Sun Apr 17, 2005 @ 12:38am · 4 Comments |