The Last Day of School

Today was the last day of second grade. Somehow, I started feeling very sad and I felt like crying (I did when I got home). I will miss all the fun memories that only second graders could have. I would miss my friends that were going away next year. I would miss my teacher Mrs. Best. She could be very stern at times and even yell at us but she is still a great teacher.
"Aren't you excited that you are growing up?" my mom asked me at home. "No." I said and started to cry. "Why? Why don't you want to live on your own and have a great life?" "Because I want to stay at home and live with dad, Melody, Lila, and you. I don't want to go away from my family and live alone." "You can phone me from time to time," she suggested. "I'll always be there." "Not always." Saying this gave me a sick feeling. It meant when my mom died.
"I also want to stay young and have fun. If I grow up, I'll be separated from my friends." 'I thought you didn't like Riddhi." said mom. "Yes, but I have other friends." I answered.

The yearbook I ordered for this year made me even more upset and my heart sank beneath my toes, which made me cry harder. I will never see Hannah M., Youjin, and some other kids next year. Hari, the only boy in my class who made friends with me, besides Anish, left for India a couple weeks ago. The smile he had on his face in the yearbook made me feel weak and sad, and at the same time, as if it were a wonderful day. I felt melancholy and joy at the same time every time I looked at his photograph.

It was the same way with everyone else's photo, but not as strong. When Addie was only 8, when the rest of us (including me) were only 7, and when Anish was only 6. I had been very proud of Mrs. Best. So many people wanted her that they envied my class, and me. She was so friendly and full of smiles back then.
Now, I said good-bye to her with a high-five for a great year, and a hug that I didn't want to let go of.
As I went out the door to my classroom, I walked as slow as possible and closed my eyes to remember the loud and seemingly familiar noises of my school, so I can play it in my head whenever I want to like music. Then I looked all around to catch all the memories I could with my eyes.
When I finally reached the door, I hugged the wall one last time to feel it's pleasant roughness. I blew the whole school a kiss. Then I said to Anish, "Once I step outside, I may never go in again."
I stuck out one foot. "Good bye Discovery." I whispered and gave it one last loving look. Then I slowly put out the other one on the sidewalk. Suddenly, I stepped back in again. I couldn't leave. I just couldn't. When everyone was out, screaming with joy, I went out of the building.

Here's the explanation for this behavior: I might be going to Endeavour next year and I tried to get the last of the school I had been in ever since kindergarten. Discovery was the school I had been to the longest, and I was saying my good-byes. I only hope for success, happiness, and friends if I go to Endeavour.

-by Hannah