The future was drawing closer and closer, and today it hit her hard.
By future, she meant high school, because at this point in her life, that was the only valid thing she knew was in her future. The rest was a mystery, just waiting to be lived.
But at this day, both the sun and air were hot and prominent, as if demanding to be noticed and she was once again forced to face the fact that this was her last year at her school, and it was coming to an end.
For nine years this had been her school. She had attended kindergarten through eighth grade. She would be the first class to go all the way threw, sense the school itself was only nine years old.
Nine years with the teachers, the students, the building. Nine years, it was more than half her life time. Heck, she had been there longer than most of the teachers had. A nine year adventure, a nine year life, a nine year friendship with the people in her class.
And now it was coming to an end.
It truly was a bit like a second home to her, she was after all sentimental.
Sure it was an honor to get into the high school she did, and yes it did promise to not only grow both her art skills and academic knowledge, but also present itself with a new adventure.
But for that adventure to begin this one had to end.
Like the last page of a book.
She tried to imagine it. waking up ready to go to school on the first day of the first trimester, but instead of walking across the parking lot to where the school was, and valuing its walking distance form her house, knowing what to expect and what faces she will see, She’d be thrown into a whole new world. Its challenge was like a promise, one that she had not memorized all the parts of because she was afraid to expect something, knowing this may be something not even she could imagine.
It was imminent, it was scary, and it was amazing,
And it was hers.