Homeroom

If we were in high school, you’d be my best friend. We’d have our own clique, even if it were just me and you. We would have a special spot where we hang out after school. I’d tease you about the boys you liked, while at the same time I would feel jealous and make up stories about imaginary girls that I liked. You would never be homecoming queen. We both know that. But, I would always try to make you feel like one. Things aren’t the way they used to be, though. And I wish life could be as simple as it was back then.

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