The Story of Me.

A Flashback to Sixth Grade

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A/N:
I know this sounds annoying probably, since I always ramble on and on about sixth grade. It's mainly because it was my best school year ever so here's another story about that year.
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I remember the day of sixth grade graduation. Everyone in the grade dressed nicely for it and we all walked down the halls with pride. For once, we all were happy with each other. A good majority of people in my class won awards... I won over six awards, actually. When we were done, we were so proud and I brought my selfie stick in the classroom with us and my class and I took a big selfie together.
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Then.. There was the last day of school. Oh the agony that everyone experienced that day. Literally it was one of the most fun days, but so many people were sobbing. And I-- was one of them.
I remember my music teacher, Mrs. DeRose, handed me my certificate for participating in chorus this year, and waterfalls just streamed out of my eyes when this document fell into my hands.
I remember my kindergarten class that I had watched over for over three months had all said to me, "Goodbye, Angelina! We'll see you next year!" And it just obliterated my heart. I hugged all of them and started crying again. And I said softly to all of them, "I won't be here next year.. It's my last year."
I remember going up to all my teachers and crying hysterically as I said, "Goodbye."
It was hard for me to leave that elementary school since I had been to over four of them before that. And now, I would be going into the junior high, so another school to adapt to... Yay.
   But, the true thing I feared for junior high was all the people that I was once close friends with... Would fade away from my life in an instant.