From kindergarten up,
it was a mix of homework,
teachers, friends and
blackboards.
Now in my final year, I
learned that elementary
school was only leading
to something new.
I found out it was but only
a staircase to middle school.
Each grade was only
another step.
Fear only grew as I matured.
I knew that friends would
vanish and some would stay.
I read again the captured
memories in the yearbook.
I grow more anxious,
more excited.
But then I knew I had to relax
and brave the storm, so
I took that last step.
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