Just Saying...

Leaving

So, lately, my friends and I have been talking.

What's gonna happen when we go to different high schools?
Will we stop being friends?

But there's only ONE thing that we are very, very certain of. WE ARE GOING TO MISS EACH OTHER.

I'm not the kind of person who cries very much emotionally. Yes, of course I DO...but not very often. So basically what I'm afraid of on the last day of 8th grade:

Please don't break down, Marcie.
Don't break down.
STOP. CRYING. MARCIE.

I have no problem with high school. What me and my friends have a problem with is LEAVING.

For most of us, our school has been our home for more than SEVEN YEARS. For some of us, it's been our second home for more than TEN. What we will miss is our best friends, who have been with us for the majority of our lives (with some exceptions), and they have gone through multiple weird, memorable scenarios in middle school.

Yes, I will miss them, and I will probably cry when we leave our second home. So yeah.

Not a really helpful chapter, but one that I wanted to get out of my system.

And a note for people everywhere:

Always see the good in your friends.
And spend a lot of time with them.
Make sure not to EVER lose a good friendship. (That is my golden rule!)
And if they aren't willing to be a loyal, caring friend, then you have my permission to slap them in the face and/or knee them in the balls.

But, my two best friends do NOT have permission to do that. Unless it is directed at me. Because I am an idiot when it comes to word choice.

-Marcie 😘