or when the seniors take their leave.
"seniors, this one's for you!" the intercom lady called. music blared through the speakers as the time came for the seniors to exit campus.
the upperclassmen raced through the halls, jamming out to the music. some guys stripped their shirts, others with an additional loss of pants, but everybody was nonetheless happy to be gone from campus for good.
i saw them leaving, and quietly wished them well.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
