Leilani Hanus
Yokota, Japan
Gaining a new life every four years Change is something I’m used to A new school with new peers I want to stay but there's nothing I can do
I'm dragged on a plane to an unknown place My third high school in only a year My education was always a race As my grades plummet I start melting with fear
Losing my friends, I never cry I hate knowing the fact that I will have to say goodbye All of them have a piece of me But leaving them is what makes them a memory