It's the first day of your Freshman year....You walk up to the gates and hesitantly walk in. You look around at everyone around you, knowing that some are your classmates and some are the higher grades. Your afraid. You look around somemore, when suddenly your eyes land on three people you know well. Your bestfriends. Going into highschool you think your friends will never change and that you will always stay together. That isnt the case anymore. The one friend you thought you would always have....Left you for someone better. So you sit and reminis with your friends about summer. Wishing yours could have been just as good. A few weeks pass and someone catches your eye. He's cute, funny, and tall. Just the way you like them. You start to fall. Your friends tell you its a waste of your time, because they've been there before. You dont listen. Your used to falling and hitting the ground at a killer speed. You fall hard, he just walks away as if nothing happened. One day you walk to lunch, and see your friend all bent out of shape. You ask her whats wrong. She wont talk. No one was there to catch her but you. You watch as she falls apart, only to pick up the pieces and to fill that emptiness. Nothings the same. She's dead inside. You try and try to help her. Nothing works, she's broken. Just the way you were. You saw your past shoot back to you. You begin to cry. No ones there for you, just the ones who know what your going through. You build a strong foundation and stand on it. Now your standing on solid ground. But for how long? A few more weeks pass by....You become bestfriends with a boy in a class you have all year. You begin to fall....This time your friends dont tell you its a waste of time. Your only problem is, hes not the only one. You have fallen for two, and cant choose which one maybe the one to fill the emptiness that lays inside of you. You know both of them may like you.....Makes it harder to choose. You walk on each day. It gets harder. You fall for both. Guess what....you hurt him. But you realize the person you want is the one you hurt. You wanna make it better, but how? Then your one friend whose always been there calls you crying, now who do you have to worry about? Not yourself anymore.

By: Shauna Smith 2/5/09