the diaries of a pubescent boy

the end

It has been 2 and a half months since I got my pimple papers done. Now I just cycle between a couple sheets and it works just fine.

In the blink of an eye, the school year is already over and I'm moving on. My school life has never been better. Everyday is like a holiday. I don't hate school anymore.

I have more friends even though I lost some, but in the end, everything worked out. I had a great time, even if it was just the last 2 months of school.

I walk to class for the last time this year, slowly savouring the peace I took for granted when I still had pimples.

Everything has a certain glow about it, even the sticky walls and the rotting ceiling boards. I head into class, looking at Amy's empty seat.

Even though its been a while since she left, I still miss her everyday. The teacher comes in, and we start our lessons.

Nothing special happens, just the way I like it.

I fall asleep halfway during lessons, and I dream about things that have happened, and things that will. When I wake up, I see glistening teardrops on my table. My time is over.

I guess this is really it. Goodbye.