the end.

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The spring chill was finally disappearing, the days were longer and sunnier, and the trees were ridding themselves of their blossoms and putting bright green leaves in their place.
Ophelia knew summer was here not only from the change in her surroundings, but from that certain pit she gets in the bottom of her stomach when she's not looking forward to something, when she's anxious. And as the days to graduation dwindled into the single digits, that pit started to consume her. Her friends chattered away about their college plans and who they were rooming with and how many cute boys and parties there would be. College was all anyone ever talked about, and Ophelia couldn't help but feel left out. That pit in her stomach would stay right where it was for the rest of the calendar year, as well as Ophelia. While all of her friends went off to make new friends and forget about her, she would be sitting and waiting for them all to come back.
She knew she was going somewhere, and maybe she was even bound for great things one day, but right now she felt lost and hopeless, and she began to cling to everyone around her for dear life.
What was she going to do with herself for 7 months while her closest confidants and the only boy she ever loved went and lived their lives and all she became was a mere memory of the good old days?
She didn't know, and she was terrified.

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writing this because it's my senior year and I am scared shitless to leave everyone I love and know and begin a new life. Wish me luck.