It's been one year since that rainy night. The first days after it happened I lived in fear, but now I guess I must thank him. He's made me stronger. i am no longer afraid. I will live. He will not take over my life. I will be free to who i wish to be.
It's the day before the first day of school. Last year was a bad year thanks to Kyle's death, but there was good times too. For example my boyfriend, Blake. This year though was high school. 15 years to be and the thing i have to go to everyday for 9 months is High school. The only good thing is Blake and my best friend.
My last day of summer and I'm grounded from my cellphone and my skateboard! At least i can still write. Speaking of which, I have a new poem.
One years past,
But the memory will last,
Making you weak and frail.
An opening to fight,
So everything goes night,
Walking down a new trail.
Now inlove with someone real,
So now i see and feel,
As a New Story Begins.
