|Kira Chase|17|Junior|Basketball/School paper|Mike|Single|
I'm wishing you were here, my weakness is my fear.
Alone I am myself, no reason left for me to care.
I grinned and pulled a pocket knife out of my jacket pocket, flipped it open and looked around the tree. The only open spot was above the rest and I reached up on the tippy toes, barely reaching but managed to scratch his name in. "Its not as good as yours..." I mumbled looking up at it.