2.Next morning

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I woke up to find that it was 4 am, I don't even remember if I ever woke up at that time. I was just too excited for school.

I got out of bed making sure not to make any sound, I didn't want James to wake up. He would surely make enough noise to wake up mom and dad.

As I changed into something more presentable I thought about all the people I could meet, my old classmates, old teachers, and some old enemies. Yeah, even though I was just 6 years when I last went to real school I had some enemies or rather some friend who I lost touch over the years. It was Sarah, she was my bestie in 1st grade. I don't know why but we stopped talking after school closed, even though we lived close by. I always thought that it was her fault but now, I feel that it was my mistake as well. I wondered if I would meet her, and even if we did meet how awkward would that be.  

I decided to wear a light blue frock with deep blue flowers, they were baby's breath, my favorite. Yeah we do have uniforms, but we don't have to wear them for the first week, I have no idea why. Seeing that dress reminded me even more of Sarah, We had similar frocks, for a function at school. I really didn't want to think about her, but I started feeling bad, that I never tried to contact her again.

I tried to clear my mind and think about something else, but then I thought, what if I see her and she doesn't recognize me.

That would be too embarrassing. So I decided that even if I see her I'll try to pretend that I don't know her, I won't talk to her no matter what.

I didn't even realize the time passing and it was 6 am.

James was running all around the house.

We finally arrived at the school, we were pretty early, and that was because James wanted to reach school as early as possible, I did too but managed not to show that.


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