The Time of Parting

It has come.

The time has come, the time to leave.

Goodbye, my friends, goodbye.

Never agan will we be here, together.

The time of parting has come.

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Eighth grade- The last year of middle school.

June- The last month of middle school.

13-17 of June- The last week of middle school.

June 17- The last day of this stage of life.

I have both dreaded and wished for this day for a while. Wished for, because I’ll never have to see the people that hate me again, the teachers who need to be sucked up to again. But, I dread it because of my friends.

Friends are odd things. Some are fickle; some are fake. Some never show up when you need them. But not my friends. They’ve always been there when I’ve needed them, even if they didn’t realize it. I don’t want to leave them. Please, not yet...

I remember when I first met a particular friend. It was in seventh grade, and we were in math class. She sat right behind me. I beleive the first thing she said to me was, “What’s up?”

I thought she was crazy. Now I know better. She IS crazy. But that’s what makes her who she is. And who she is is awesome.

Another friend I met in sixth grade, though we really didn’t get to know each other until eighth. We were both on the gymnastics team. Well, she was, at least. I was team manager, which was a nice way of saying I was entusastic, but sucked.

Another I met in an acting program, and, to put in honestly, she scared me at first. We became good friends, though, and she’s been a great one.

One I met in sixth grade, but we’ve become great friends in eighth. We both adore the Harry Potter books, but she can’t talk about it at her chuch. She’s Baptist. Strict Baptist. She doesn’t care, though. We’ve already made plans to see the fourth movie together.

Yet another, I met in Creative Writing. She love HP too, but she’s SHELTERED. Oh my GOD is she sheltered. If anyone references antyhing preverted around her, she freaks.

I have many other friends I’ve met in my harp group, choir, and from elementary school. But most of them, I will see again. I will miss all my friends. I will cry when I leave them. But, if I try, I might be able to keep our friendships together, even in this time of parting.