A/N: Okay, so, this is some kind of sad-sack thing I had a dream about. Now it's here to torture you fine people. Also: this is a poem so the sentence structure, word spacing, what-have-you, is a little, shall we say, creative. Do let me know what you think. I feel like a few areas are a little confusing.
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Small Blonde Girl, Six Years old and second time through Pre-Kinder.
Thin Red-Headed Boy, Me Too! Sharing is an issue. Why you?
I won't wear shoes and I fight sometimes.
Boy shrugs. Wanna play army men?
Yah, ok.
Friends.
Years of sun and rain and mud
Of Armies and adventures. Some fights, not long.
That evil boy who broke her heart,
He got what he deserved.
Only marks left to them are the scars on her heart and the ones on his face.
It's ok. Still beautiful to her.
Friends forever, Go Best together.
Not Love. Friendship, Comfort.
Taller Blonde Girl, Strong and Glowing Red-Headed Boy, Seventeen years old.
High School is ridiculously dramatic but they've got oneanother.
They GoBest together.
One week 'till Eighteen.
Will you have a Veal Calf this year?
Of Course.
Veal are the best. Loan day today, purchasing tomorrow.
Sheep are better. Mock pout, then laughter. See you after you go to the bank.
Sitting on the couch mending socks, watching TV.
Girl waits for Boy.
Front Door opens.
Here now? That was quick.
No, Only Dad. Hi.
What's wrong?
I need to tell you something.
There's been an Accident….
Crossing road……. Produce truck…….Didn't see…….
She's Seventeen and her GoBest is gone.