When She Was

When she was one she learned what life is. It was bright and beautiful and it was all that matters.

When she was two she learned what family is. It was warm and cozy and she wouldn't trade it with anything else.

When she was three she learned what friend is. They were strange at first but she learned to laugh with them.

When she was four she learned what school is. 

When she was five she learned what music is. It made her heart went fuzzy and made her body turned around and around.

When she was six she learned what glasses is. She was introduced to a new companion that would accompany her for the rest of her life. It never left her face ever since.

When she was seven she learned what the world is. She fulfilled one of her biggest dream and there laid her photos in front of the Great Wall of China on top of her desk. 

When she was eight she learned what mockery is. She spent her days chasing those who made fun of her. 

When she was nine she learned what love is. She could never forget what being kicked on the leg feels like. She would also never forget what it really meant.

When she was ten she learned what best friend is. They fought and they hurt each other badly. Yet here they were years later laughing about it. 

When she was eleven she learned what home is. It was the place where she felt warm. She was never alone.

When she was twelve she learned what story is. She was introduced to a new world. She vowed never to abandoned it for the rest of her life.

When she was thirteen she learned what fake is. She was fake and deep down she was not okay. She saw the world was cruel and those around her were fake. She found solace in her stories and there she was sitting under the table, alone.

When she was fourteen she learned what responsibility mean. She loved it and she always tried her best to hearten those around her. All she ever wanted to do was help and there she was running with her small laptop tugged on her arm.

When she was fifteen she learned what pain is. 

When she was sixteen she learned what death is. There she was hanging in her closet with her eyes wide open and tongue sticking out. 

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((No, she's not dead. I just want to make it sound cliche))