Excerpt from a Book I will Never Write

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One day you'll be taking your last test and you'll have your last young and wild Friday nights with the people you made a million memories with. One day you'll close your locker and walk out those doors for the last time. One day you'll be standing in an alphabetically ordered line in a cap and gown with people who watched you grow up. A lot of these people you'll never see or hear of again. One day you'l forget about all the people you knew and you'll barely remember the memories until you find a picture that reminds you of one. One day you'll be packing up 18 years of your life into boxes and hugging your parents goodbye. One day you won't be in high school anymore. It's sad. And we're all ready to leave so soon.