Samantha's+Writing

The Time I Heard my Friend Give up.

We were relacxing in front of my house sitting on the soft summer grass. While she would write a poem I would text my cousin. Then, out of the clear blue sky she springed up and ran torrard the van, sat down and started crying. I felt like I needed to go over there so I did and I talked to her and we continued. After that, she wrote the most wonderfullest poem I have ever read before. At the end, I felt really good about myself. 