4/17/13

Today during creative writing class my teacher really wanted to read a poem I wrote about me loosing my best friend (well she didn’t know what it was about). I didn’t want to say no because it would have hurt her feelings, so I said “sure”. She started reading the emotion-filled poem out loud. We had a visitor in our class who, just from the few lines my teacher had read, was completely focused in and had an amazed look on her face. Apparently so did everyone else in the class.
As she was reading, I started to realize what the words actually meant to me. They weren’t just words on paper, it was my way of “spilling my guts”. My face got hot and I could feel tears in my eyes as well as a good sized lump forming in my throat. Today was the day I finally realized everything Kayla meant to me..