September

by: Makala Sabas

It was September

The first time i met him

I was walking with

my sister who’s only 9

but acts like she’s 12.

We were meeting my friends

all 6 of them.

They were waiting

by their trucks.

They were talking about sway bars

and not know anything about trucks

except the fact that you should

always buckle up.

The new guy was standing by

his odd colored truck.

The cab was green with unmatching

doors, One red and one black.

My sister and I walked closer

and he smiled so

I smiled, He said “Hello.”

So I said “Hello.”

“I’m Thomas” he said

I said “I’m Alice.”

We all walked and sat

on the tailgates.

I sat by Thomas.

It all started there.

On that warm September day.