betty, i won't make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom, but i think it's 'cause of him. i could see the moment that the glimmer from your eyes turned into tear tracks that led down to your chin the cold wind that swept in and chilled our cloudy summer dreams, the ones that filled our heads on august nights the times when i would be alone with you and finally everything felt right we would lick our ice cream cones and fall asleep under the whispering starry sky and i got you to forget about him and focus on the moments of you and I that whirlwind summer of whimsical dreams and mornings full of  laughter and long car rides with screaming souls and lyrics full of folklore that small and fleeting summer with you by my side but my only souvenir was your sweater because this cold and bitter fall tore it all away and reminded me that you weren't mine to lose that I was just a kid to you, not your love, or sweet, or baby so I will simply sit here and not show up to your party and i know who you truly are and that your heart belongs to him but i did truly love you and will forevermore. -Inez

Birthday Meal.