We just have a few months to go a few more juvenile fights to handle a few more days of sneaking out of the class and for the first time I don't want the bell to ring early
As each second passes the dress seems to crease the dust settles layer by layer fighting its way through it's the last time I'd wear my favorite clothes
The pencils start to shorten erasers still get stolen those notebooks still have our chats the green board carries your creativity benches would be my favorite mini bed I promised myself as I lay my hands on it
My hippocampus reached near to full lacrimal glands prepare itself tongue waiting to utter words I never spoke one last time salivary glands would miss it recess job coming from the ground after playing in the sun sudoriferous glands loved those strokes of light
I could hear the radiating, chirpy , & shuddering voices coming from the corridor happy faces, sad faces, frowned faces,crying faces promising each other to stay in touch - half lies the emotional fools who believed it
I remember crying on my first day as soon as I stepped I felt like running away who knew this would become my favorite destination?