Rushing out of their seats, hopping over stray desks, a wasteland to talk to a companion. Questions float and cloud the area. "What did you get?", "I got...", "OMG no way!". Laughing and wiping sweat off my brow. Relief washes over. Chatting away the last minutes of the day, relaxing to know what I've done. Gathering up our belongings, stomping right through, in no mind of what we're doing, no care. The last time I will feel this, the anxiety, the rush of nervousness. Until of course, summer rolls around and out...
(I've finally finished all of my Finals! biggrin I think I did badly on my Social Studies but, my Math I think I aced. 3nodding Good-bye readers!)
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I plan to write about certain things that happen throughout the day that inspire me to write bits of poetry, short stories or any other literary material that I will never finish but, just want to write down (type so to speak XD).
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