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Take a breath, Lana.
Everything will be okay.
My stomach churned when I noticed his perfectly combed chestnut hair walking through the corridor by himself, just like any other day. I basically jumped out of the bush, nearly tripping in the...
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June was the month we have to say 'goodbye' to everyone. Although the development between Declan and I had made no progress, our high school years were coming to an end. Most students wanted to finish high school as soon as possible — I wasn't one of those students. Most of my high school career was spent daydreaming, sending notes to my best friends, and gawking at Declan in the background.
Graduation and Prom were only four days away, and gosh did my heart broke every time it was mentioned. For four years, I've spent in this class with the same teacher who never once gave up on us. The entire atmosphere was somber, and barely anyone talked during our lectures.
"What's wrong? Is everyone sad? It's a part of life. We just have to enjoy the last moments together," Mr. Griffin protested, instantly sighing when he didn't get a reaction from any of us. "How do you guys expect to enjoy the party with everyone quiet?"
Our class council planned a teacher appreciation party today, but everything seemed to hit extra hard today. However, the council hadn't failed; the classroom was decorated with balloons, glittery signs, and most importantly, a buffet of my father's Italian cuisine.
"He's right! We should enjoy these last days with each other," I announced, capturing everyone's attention.
"Lana and Mr. Griffin are right," one of my classmates shouted, blowing into his air horn.
"Great, who's saying the speech?" the president of the council asked.
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After the long speech about how thankful we are for our teacher and class, everyone rushed over to the buffet. Of course, I was first on that line and grabbed a little of everything, especially the Penne Alla Vodka. Mr. Griffin connected Youtube to the blackboard and took recommendations from us until a group of boys suggested a raunchy video.
"Have you been hearing the new rumors lately?" Catalina asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
"No, but I'm sure you're about to inform me." I giggled, rolling my fork in the pasta for a big bite.
"Apparently, Declan didn't go to the interview on purpose so he could attend the same college you're going to," Catalina informed. Damn, how do our conversations spread faster than the flu?
