I'm in class right now, and I just remembered something. I don't ever want to forget this again- so I'm writing it down. My words feel so awkward. I wish I could do better, but that's not the point.
Me and Billie had gone to an arcade. It was on a Tuesday, and I'm pretty sure we skipped school so we could stay there all day. We were playing air hockey, and after I lost because I kept scoring on myself, we went into the photobooth and she told me she loved me right before the first flash.
I don't think I have that picture reel anymore. It probably burned up in the fire.
Dear Billie,
The bell is about to ring and I miss you. Everyone knows I miss you but nobody cares. I'm not alone but I feel empty because you aren't here. Billie, where did you go? Was it me? Why'd you have to leave me the way you did? Why did you have to give me such a terrible ultimatum? Is that even the right word? We could've been together another way. Sometimes I walk past the old house and I sit in front of it like a lost puppy. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.