When I was 16.
I had 4 great friends.
We enjoyed cursing .
Getting kicked out of class.
Skipping class .
Making fun of our Science Teacher.
Stealing Instruments from the Science Laboratory .
Teachers.
They loved us.
No, most of them hated us.
However , behind those bright eyes.
We had stories to tell.
Stories that nobody listened to but us.
We had dreams and Inspiration we wanted to achieve.
He wanted to be a singer.
He wanted to be a chef.
He wanted to be a Photographer.
She wanted to save life.
Nobody cared except us.
Somedays , we would skip to class .
We would smile like idiots and laugh at the slightest things even when the weather turned it's back on us.
Somedays , we would come in to class just fuming mad.
"****, that counselor.****. Keep picking one my ankle sock"
"****. She ah. Think she so pretty meh ? Her mole got **** hair"
"****. Angie. "
Somedays , we would come in class feeling solemn. Defeated.
Because, his dad kept hitting on him.
Because she misses her dad.
Because her dad was always disappointed.
Because nobody listens to him.
Because she's had her heart crush to bits.
During these period , we would shamelessly cry.
Cry. and cry
We would rant and rant and rant.
Look where we are now.
I'm so happy for each and everyone.
Individuals who are worth looking up to.
That vowed we recklessly agreed upon.
To meet up 10 years later .
Let's keep it.
Oh. When I was 16.
That was the best year of my life.
:)