Let's Do This

Last Day of Seventh Grade

It was the last day of seventh grade and I entered the school empty handed. We were told to no longer bring our instruments to school since we don't have anything to rehearse for. As I walked through the cafeteria with no flute case in hand, I still felt like a part of me has been lost.

I took a deep breath and sat down with my friends, letting it go as I looked around. I said hi to them and started to space out into my own world.

"Goodbye eighth graders..." I muttered to myself making sure no one else heard. "Goodbye Jason..."

I sighed and wondered if I should say goodbye to my eighth grader friends or Jason. I fought against it and decided to do that later. I started to tune in with my friends and heard my name.

"What?" I asked looking between Anthony and Niko.

"You were spacing out again." Niko replied

"Oh..." I simply said.

"I was about to tell him something about field day last week." Anthony said to me.

"Oh, what about it?" I said getting into the conversation.

"On how we threw water balloons at Jason and his friends." Anthony replied. I laughed, I remember when that happened. Every year on field day the whole school has this giant water balloon fight, and Anthony and I saved some balloon and a while after the water balloon fight we threw some at Jason and Anthony's sister who was near by.

As soon as they turned to see who threw it, Anthony and I turned to each other and started to talk as if we never threw them. It was hilarious yet pretty immature.

~

There is thirty minutes until the last bell rings and everyone was outside roaming the halls signing each others yearbooks. I carried my yearbook rushing towards Niko who was signing someone's yearbook.

"I did it." I told him happy of what I did.

"You got Jason to sign your yearbook?" He asked and I nodded. After I got the courage to ask him to sign my yearbook, he did and I was relieved.

"Yep, time to get over him." I stated. It was time for me to get over him, since he would be going to high school and I would have to wait a whole year to see him again, and it would seem like forever if I didn't get over him soon.

~

Time passed and it was time to head onto the buses. As I pushed through the crowd with my friends, we were outside the doors and were looking at the whiteboard to see where our buses were. As I looked to the side of the whiteboard I saw Jason.

Jason caught my eye and waved at me, I waved back. He and I kept eye contact while I was walking away to keep up with my friends. Jason smiled at me while I smiled back.

He can sure make it hard to get over him.

Then we both turned our separate ways.