The last day was a blur. I remember coming in and playing soccer with the squad and then going to class and watching Romeo and Juliet. It was the worst! So tragic!
I remember spending time with everyone and taking pictures with the squad. I remember just laughing with everyone and forgetting it was probably the last time I'll see most of them.
I remember playing a game for gym class and promising people that it isn't the end, even though I wasn't sure if I believed it.
But what I remember most was saying goodbye to all my friends, my acquaintances and my "enemies" whom I'll miss. I remember seeing everyone cry.
Then I walked with one of my best friends, one of the greatest friends a girl could ever have and she was crying.
"Please don't cry!" I said when we got to the intersection where we'd go our own ways. She took a deep breath before hugging me.
"Bye!" We both said, followed by "I love you." And we went our ways.
While I was walking home, some thing just didn't feel right. The street was quieter than usual, and there were fewer people walking home. The silence was odd, even for a person who loves it. I will probably never see most of these amazing people again, I thought. It felt like something was missing.
Now that I think about it, everything is missing.
