In the morning James returned. The others were already there. Kyle laid in his bed, asleep. They left James a spot siguiente to Kyle, where James had sat last night. The white fondo de pantalla was slightly ripped. James sat in his seat. "Did anything happen last night?" asked Katie desperatly. James shrugged. They could tell something had the others looked at Katie all wondering the same question. She pointed at the security camera that nobody had noticed. James sat on his asiento with his knees under his chin and his hands clasped around his legs and head facing down. Memories of last night were nagging at him, pulling him. He tried to say something but only a murmer came out and he cried. Mariah the youngest in the family put her arm around James. "Its alright." she whispered.
"No its not and he knows it." James replied.
They all were silent, shocked. "You mean..." Mariah started but didn't manage to finish. James nodded, there was silence. They knew it didn't make a difference but it still made them smile. Summer hopped that Kyle would make, there was no way she'd make it without him.
"No its not and he knows it." James replied.
They all were silent, shocked. "You mean..." Mariah started but didn't manage to finish. James nodded, there was silence. They knew it didn't make a difference but it still made them smile. Summer hopped that Kyle would make, there was no way she'd make it without him.
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Because I'm too lazy to type it again. :P I wrote this poem because I just graduated a school and it's really sad, and I do not like the idea of leaving all of my friends. I know that there are a few that I'll never see again. So I kind of vented about it through this poem. I hope it's good. Hgfan5602 is such an inspiration, so this is pretty much dedicated to them. I've always stunk at poems, and I haven't written one in ages, so I hope this will suffice as a decent piece of poetry.
Because I'm too lazy to type it again. :P I wrote this poem because I just graduated a school and it's really sad, and I do not like the idea of leaving all of my friends. I know that there are a few that I'll never see again. So I kind of vented about it through this poem. I hope it's good. Hgfan5602 is such an inspiration, so this is pretty much dedicated to them. I've always stunk at poems, and I haven't written one in ages, so I hope this will suffice as a decent piece of poetry.
Blake's horse Steel
