Double trouble,
Oh no,
Me and my twin,
In it till the end.


Sisters,
Its more than a word,
It’s a bond,
It’s getting mad,
And two minutes later,
Talking like it never happened.


Volleyball,
Eighth grade is where it all began,
Getting that white and yellow jersey,
Getting my first serve over the net,
Scoring that point,
And
I was addicted.

These shoes,
Oh no not very new,
You just don’t have a clue,
What these shoes have been through,
They will never be as white,
But they keep my dreams in sight,
The shoes you’ll never know,
How much they really glow.


Middle school,
My first and last year as a Crary Clipper,
All the friends I made,
Gone and moved away,
The tears we all cried,
When we said goodbye,
This picture we forever will hold,
The love we all showed.