So.
What will be my best memories when I get older?
These years, from eigth grade through high school.
So far, my imagery of high school is pretty perfect.
It's those three crazies walking the side of the street, us.
Three of the dream team.
Brandon's on the left and outside, carrying my purse and swinging it with a weird gate, looking something like a mentally retarded transvestite.
Me, right in the snug middle of my two friends, wearing a sweater that could very well fit three of me, my hands in the middle of the sleeves.
Bre, on the right, jogging in place with each step.
We are almost there, to meet with the other two.
Kyrie, tall and laughing, greeting us in non-hostile and loving arms.
And Caity, proud and broken.
That's okay, though.
We're all here to heal here.
When we're together, we're the dream team, the favorite five (sorry, I stole that from Mrs Roberti...).
And I like things that way quite a bit.
I didn't mention other important people, but you all know who you are.
=]
You are seperate squads of the dream team... Since some of you are only friends with me out of that whole group.
 Audra Connolly · Tue Jan 23, 2007 @ 06:36pm · 2 Comments |
