Here we were, in the classroom on the first day of highschool, me and you broke out into an argument, but it seemed as if you were doing the most arguing, I stood there in shock, you were mad at what I done to you in middle school, I really really really hurt you and I couldn't even forgive myself for it, I tried saying something but you continued to yell at me, honestly I couldn't blame anyone else but myself for this, I let your words sink in as I stood there in shock