Would be the last

As she walked down the street
I look out the window to see here crying

I ask her whats wrong..
She fell in my arms crying.

I said who it is about
She said me

I said what happen
She said Im in big trouble.

My mom found things in my purse
I said what

Cigarettes and.
And something else

I said are you ok
No..OK_
She hid..
She yelled, mom get away

GET IN THE CAR
OR IM CALLING THE COPS.

She slowly walked to the car.
Looking back I nodded my head youll be ok.

As she droOK away I new this would be the last for a while.
As a tear rolled down my check

I knew that I had just lost a really good friend.

Really happened. Not really a poem more of a story. Please comment.