Technically our last important day of school was about a month after Washington on a Wednesday. By 1:10 that day, I would finally be finished with Middle School and technically a High Schooler. As well as the other 180 eighth graders.
A few of our main teachers gave quick speeches about staying prepared for high school and got scholarships and blah blah blah. Same things we've heard for the past 4 months.
Have a last name towards the end of the alphabet meant I waited awhile to walk across the stage, finalizing my Middle School years. But Mitchell on the other hand was one of the first to go up.
About 45 minutes later, I was told to go line up on the wall. Some people started to get emotional after stepping off the stage, but not me. I was excited. Walking across the stage itself seemed to go in slow motion. Especially when he stared at me.
The last 35 minutes or so was for a picture presentation the teachers made of us through the years. I had many pictures in the presentation from wrestling, history, spirit days, and the dance. Mostly embarrassing but oh well.
Ceremonies had ended by 1:00 so we had time to wonder our hall or talk to friends and sign year books/posters. Mitchell signed my poster earlier that day at lunch without knowing it was even mine. So like a normal Mitchell, he wrote "Don't fall off a cliff~Mitchell"
I stayed by Sara for the last 10 minutes. She was bawling her eyes out and talking about high school. I had no emotions. Sara eventually disappeared on me so instead, I hung in the hall with Alex.
Alex went to talk to someone else so I figured I'd head down the hall towards the main door to leave. Until Sara came running up to me, practically dragging Mitchell along with her. "Look who I got for you."
Her sobs turning into laughter and small cries but man oh man was she proud she dragged him to me. I didn't even ask for him around.
"Take a picture with him. Just do it," Sara said.
I laughed and said "will this make you happy?" Sara laughed with me and nodded so I gave her my phone and stood next to Mitchell. He put his arm around my shoulder since it was easier. I nearly jumped when his hand touched my shoulder though. His hand was so cold!
My arm was around his lower waste since I'm too short. By the time Sara took the picture I was ready to run. I was smiling like a fool but I was also beat red. I thanked Mitchell and walked over to Sara before running down the hall and out the door.
