My best friend
As I took a deep breath
I was a nervous wreck
walking through the door.
My little 8 year old self entering the third grade,
grasping my locket and crying for my mom.
A little girl named Kayla approached me.
We had gym together,
walking around the gym in circles
singing scream and shout at the top of our lungs.
Eventually we became best friends,
little we did we know that the first day of third grade
would change our lives forever.
The best of friends we were and still are
to this day.
I love you forever Kayla.