7 Nov 2014
Today was bittersweet. There were many hugs and sudden realisation that this wasn't a game. Now we had different classes we weren't a group of four anymore we were split down the middle. All this comparing timetables and talking about next year has got me so stressed. I don't want to leave yr 8 but then again I guess I do. We've spent so long complaining about our classes that we hardly took time to soak it all up. What it meant to share six hours straight with your best friends slogging through endless work. Now our new schedule will preoccupy or brain and this year will be nothing but a distant, faint bittersweet memory. We won't be able to recall our teachers favourite catch phrases or what day we have double sport. It's sad really. We have worked ourselves into such a routine it feels so completely terrible to stray from it. I will miss these girls.
In sport we were allowed free reign on the equipment and despite us 'hating' sport we still got up and done some skipping and wheelyboard riding while listening to my music through the multi purpose halls speakers. Dancing and singing feeling happy while being tired and sweaty. In English we finished reading my favourite book and all in all today was great. (Well as great school can be)
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
