I'm scared. What will tomorrow bring? It has to be better than today. It has to.
Take it as a token. Because tomorrow when I go, I want you to believe friends are possible.
That earns him a smack with my book bag. "Ow." He clutches his arm. "What do you have in there? Books?" A grin snakes across his face. "I like my women feisty." He adds, "I like my broken.
I don't have alot of people to talk to. Not alot of people are worth my time.
Do what, Kim? Lead a normal life? Too late. Way too late.
As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.