The Dramas of a 7th Grade girl with a Crush

Part 15

Okay. I know this is out of order, but like I said, you can't just rush through a book with out wrapping it up nicely. So. It's out of chronological order. But, just try to wrap your mind around the time different between chapter 14 and now, and It'll all be fixed. I'll probably still keep these chapters around, just duplicate them onto my other story. So here goes: The last day of school, end of the day. 

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Last day of school. 

For some people, it's a celebration. It's a day where you finally throw away your tests and essays from winter break. It's a day where you finally throw you away all your homework, and find the homework that was due 3 months ago. 

The dismissal bell. 

For some people it's the freedom bell. For some, it's the bell that shatters the fine line between summer break and school. 

For me, I wanted to postpone it, keep it from coming. I did NOT want it to finally be "the day". At the beginning of the year, it was all I have 180 days, no biggie. But, it was coming down to the last week, two more days, and it was agonizing. Not anticipation. I was dreading the last day. 

I mean, at school, at least you're guaranteed to see someone, even for a second, while in summer, everything's sketchy. I prefer having set times for everything, and when I have to keep track of it myself, I'm not exactly good at keeping track of time. 

On the last day, when we were out signing yearbooks, that stuff, I was really sad, because that meant school was over, and it was summer, where I couldn't see all my friends and stuff. 

So when the yearbook signing was over, and I was walking and talking with Gabe, I kept thinking, this would be a really good time for you to hug me. A very suitable time. Just hug me, and tell me that you'll miss me.

But, it didn't happen, unfortunately. So sad. We just talked, and when my bus came, I got on it and said bye. And wished and regretted a little longer,  But love comes slow, and it goes so fast. 

And you can't rush it.