Today is the day I leave, I thought. The only way out is to call my parents…
As I called my parents, my teacher asked why I was leaving. I only responded by saying that I had to move away to another school, and he seemed to be sadden by this, but he understood. I told my parents that I want to leave the school right now, and that I’ll move on to the school near to my new home. I hung up and went outside the classroom. It was recess, so there were students playing around in the blacktop. Alas, they won’t know that I left until later, so that’s a bit sad really, but that’s how it all goes. As I walked passed by the buildings, I touched one of my friends saying that he was it. He touched me back, saying now I’m it again. With a little depressing tone, I told him I’ll do it again later. Of course, that’s not going to happen. I was leaving.
As I open the door to the main office, two of my other friends asked me why I was going in. I didn’t answer, and went in as they tried to run towards me. They failed in the end, and I went to sit down upon one of the chairs waiting for my family to pick me up. A few minutes passed by until recess ended, and my friends won’t know where I am. More minutes came by until my parents came to pick me up. As I went inside, I took a look at the school once again. It held many memories of fun times, and sometimes depressing times. I teared at how my friends were to react when they found out I was transferring to another school. They’ll miss me, and Elizabeth will be saddened by the news. My best friends will probably be also a bit depressed, as I was a part of their life. Now a part of them has crippled, but they’ll regain that hole. I went into the vehicle and didn’t talk to my parents on my way home.
Three weeks after the incident.
I was staying at home watching my dog playing around with his toys when my parents told me that they were going to the school to remove me in the student list. My mother wanted me to come, but I shook my head. I didn’t really want to go, but after they went, I regretted it. I wanted to say a proper goodbye, and my chance was destroyed. I sat there looking down to the ground as I thought about my friends once again.
One month after the incident.
The new school is great and I have already made new friends, but I still miss my old friends. Of course, some of them would probably forget me as time passed on. But some of my friends will remember me. And I will always remember Elizabeth; the evidence is that a picture she drew with me and her which I hold on dearly.
Four months after the incident.
I visited my cousin’s house today as usual, but a friend came by. His name was Aaron, and he was one of my best buds in my old school. We didn’t talk much, but we did talk about our schools. He was saying that our friends were getting a bit more aggressive. Elizabeth was also ignorant. I was a bit shocked, but I didn’t want to get into their business. Ah well.
Seventeen months after the incident.
I have now graduated from elementary school. I still hold memories of my old friends, but my memories are beginning to shred away as time goes on. I can only remember a few friends, but most of them are lost. It’s a sign that I must move on and forget them. They’ll forget me eventually too, and no one will remember me. I shivered at the thought, thinking that was a funny story I came up with. But who knows? Will they remember me? Will I remember them? The truth may never be answered, as our lives go on with the flow of time.
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