last day of 8th grade.

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Wednesday, 4 june 2024.
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I woke up with a feeling of dread, I looked around my room. Over to my desk, above it were my track deployments and a few photos with my friends. I joined the track team in 7th grade, i remember in 6th grade, maddy B. Coming up to me and my friend Mia tell me that I should join track or cross country. I was never really into running back then, but joined the next year and loved it ever since.

I sighed softly and pulled myself out of bed and walking into the kitchen.
I grabbed on of the vintage Disney cups my mom bought on Ebay and filled it with water from the fridge.
I took small slow sips of the water, since I felt sick to my stomach.

I saw my brother walk in wareing the same clothes as last week, he hardly ever changes his clothes. It's kinda disgusting how he will go weeks with out doing it. "Hey..'' he said.
I smiled and nodded, feeling to tired to speak.
I walked back to my room and got changed into a black hoodie, a tie-dye shirt and brown baggy pants.
I grabbed my tablet and stuffed it into my backpack and swung the strap over my shoulder. Walking out of my room, to find my mom and my brother on the couch watching a video on my mom's phone.

"I'm ready." I said, standing above them, looking down at what they were watching. My mom looked up and said.
"Alright. Ben time to go." She said to my brother as her and ben go up and the three of us walked out the door.

I pulled out my tablet from my backpack and started listening to music. A song called 'road trip' by dream. (Leave me alone,the song is good.)
    The song means a lot to me, I can just picture events from my 8th grade trip with it so easily. I was thinking about doing an animatic about to soon..
Once we got to the school, I took my surrounds because this was the last time I would be at madrone Trail.

I was the convenience store at the end of the road, the farm that always had a brown and white Hores in their pens. Grazing on grass like usual.
The garden beds, one for each class even handwork. Ours had flowers and green beans in it..maybe onions too, and in the corner of it was a metal blue heron. That was our class animal, a blue heron.
It was only a matter of seconds before my mom pulled up to the drive way to our school. She stopped the car and me and ben climbed out and walked through the school's gate for the last time.
I walked past the cafeteria and into a small alley way, I turned and started climbing up stairs that led to the resource room. I've been going to resource for 5 years, to help with my dyslexia and autism. My teacher, ms Amanda. Has been my resource teacher for theose 5 years. We had other teachers. Like ms sunshine, ms Ann and a few others that I don't remember the name of. They were all awful and one of them even manipulative to me and my friends.
It was only till last year when we got ms Michelle, she was awesome. She was kind, patient and helped me through my struggles in math.
Her and Amanda were like second moms to me.
I opened the door to the honey baggers and song bird class to find them sitting at their desks talking with a few other students.
''Hi leo'' said Amanda.

I walked up to her. ''Hi.'' I said handing her a bouquet. ''Here I got you these.''
Amanda took the bouquet and said.
''Aww..thank you sweetie.''
I smiled at her and walked over to ms michell handing her, her bouquet.
''Thank you leo.'' She said.

''Your welcome.'' I said, giveing her a hug. She hugged back and said.
''We'll see you tonight at graduation, okay.'' I nodded. ''Yeah..see you tonight.''
I walked over to ms Amanda again and gave her a hug too.
''Mmm..I'm gonna miss you.'' She said, hugging me tight. ''I'm gonna miss you guys too.'' I replied.
''Your gonna do amazing in high school okay?" Said Amanda.
I nodded again. Do I really have to go?

I said goodbye to them and walked back down the steps to find my main teacher, ms Richardson.
I walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and said. ''Oh hi leo.''

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