Excitement is stitched into my backpack,
I wish I could keep still,
a smile is peeking and peering it's way out.
I close my eyes and whisper reasuring pats in my own ears.
I zip up my sweater,
ready for a ride.
And step up to the big sign that says "Edmunds Middle School."
Last year was a breeze,
lingering within the happy memories.
The bell rings and we all race in.
Almost skipping in a smile stretched wide I turn to find my friends.
***Skip through half the year***
I wish now I could say she was my friend.
An air is stuck around me,
of disappointment in myself.
For I wish I could stitch this up,
with the thread in my backpack.