Middle School

So I was told to write a post about middle school, well now I can't remember what I was going to say. I had teachers, classmates, and books. I don't remember much about 6th-8th grade besides the bad things. I can't remember the good. Maybe I had an awesome teacher, Mr. Man. Maybe my neighbor died, Ms. Alice. Maybe I got an award for Math but got okay grades in everything else. Who knows, know one knew me, not even my family. I remember not being able to trust, not laughing, not having fun and not celebrating birthdays. I remember a hidden mother, a long gone uncle and an ever present grandmother. I remember a wonderful neighbor and my lazy cat. But that's about it.
Now I'm older and not much has changed. I don't have Mr. Man or Ms. Alice or Ms. Mae (my neighbor). I don't have my grandma around or my sister, which is good, and I rarely see my mother or even talk to her. My cat has died and I have no memories of before. Right now, I sit an apartment with three other girls, that may or may not be here. I don't know. But what I do know is that this time next year they may or may not be a memory. They may or may not be alive. Things change, people change. And hopefully for the better.