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by wipcoki

by wipcoki

I had a lot of fun today.

I went on rides I thought I'd be too pussy to go on (I still squirmed out of a few, no gonna lie) and talked to people I haven't talked to in a while. I saw some strangers.

It was nice.

But the ride back to school from our trip to Circus Circus was quiet. It was a little too quiet. People in the back of the bus were, for the most part, either asleep or on their phones watching YouTube videos. I was in the front listening to music, thinking about the day and of the year before it.

I have a lot of memories from bus rides, or field trips in general. In seventh grade, singing the Little Einsteins theme on the way to the park. Or on the way back, trying not to have a heat stroke as Samantha Jones ranted to me about wolves or some shit. Other stuff.

But this one wasn't like that. The silence allowed my mind to wander off to the week. It feels like just yesterday I was in Henderson, looking for a house, just barely finding out we were moving. But now- two days- where's the time gone? Now that it's almost over I feel like I've wasted so much time on stuff that didn't need the attention.

But I can't get it back now.

Two days from now I'm gonna walk down that aisle. I'm gonna walk down that aisle with everyone looking at me, clapping (maybe I'll get a little extra applause from the seventh graders), people I've hated, loved, or at times wanted to kill, but my feelings toward them won't matter because it will be over, I will then have less then thirty minutes at that school and whatever I thought, said, or done to them will burst in flames and carry away with the wind in little ashes.

Because it will be over.

The thought of it is so overwhelming to me. Even with what little relief comes with the year ending that's small compared to leaving everything behind. Every memory I've made, it feels, I'm leaving behind, for what people say is something better, but those memories don't even compare to whatever comes in Henderson. Sure I'll make more memories there.. but will they be me and Aaron eating popsicles during the Honor Roll Popsicle Party? No. How about sitting on the monkey bars after school with Orion and Josh? Nope. Gathering all my friends after debate and walking home with them, even if it was less than a 3 minute walk? Nada.

That's another thing I want my friends to know. Whatever happens in Henderson.. whatever friends I make, people I meet, trouble I may or may not get in.. none of it compares to what I did with you guys. Because with you, there's something there that just makes you want to do it over again, don't you think?

But for now I'll continue this bus ride.

This ride back to the school I have two days left in.

🖤