Became My Dream

We used to be the best, the best of the best, you and I.
Friends inseparable, but friends all the same.
We used to be friends, that is until you changed.
You decided that it was more fun to kick and abuse and to hurt.
No longer were you the friend you used to be.
Slowly I too began to change, we got into a fight.
A fight that involved the rest if the group, and to prove a point I left.
I walked away and minded my own business.
For six months of my grade eight year I chose solitude.
I decided to be alone rather than with you “friends” that didn’t care for any one but them selves.
Six months of thinking.
With nothing but books to read, to take up my time.
Can you believe it?
I was reading, something I used to hate
Now I grew to love.
My mind started to open
To take a new path.
And now I’ve really changed
I began to write
Open pages
Empty book
Windows of ideas
Ink to spill
I began to write my first book.
And then another friend came back
Best friends from then on
Her and I
Encouraging she was
And alot more than you could ever be.
And so I grew to love writing
And it became my dream.