When I was 5, I met a little ******* the yellow school bus with pigtails and ribbons. Little did I know that this girl would become my best friend.
When I was 8, this little girl with ribbons walked on the yellow school bus with stitches in her forehead. Little did I know that the stitches weren't an accident.
When I was 11, the little girl with overalls and ribbons in her hair bothered me, and I ignored her. Little did I know that all she wanted was someone to talk to.
When I was 13, the little girl with ribbons had bruises scattering her body. Little did I know that the bruises were from someone whom she loved dearly.
When I was 16, the not-so-little girl got very sick and went to the hospital. And little did I know that she was in the hospital because her yellow school bus turned to black and because she wanted her ribbons to turn to rope.