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Today is the last day we call ourselves one class; one heart. The day everybody's been looking forward to yet dreading, the day we'd finally say our goodbyes. Today is the only day we'll actually understand how much we mean to one another. Today is our final realisation that this day will not be put off any more, and we will leave each other for good.

But nobody ever really forgets, they just put memories at the back of their heads and sift through them from time to time. Nobody ever really will forget each other, because forgetting is wanting to rid yourselves of the times you deem unimportant, the unhappiest times of your life, and the times we had together were the most beautiful.

For you can cry and cry your heart out cause we're leaving each other, but rainbows come after rain and in the same way remember and never ever regret.

And now we can only look back and wish we had left a bigger impression on the world that, hey, we are one class, one spirit. We can only reminisce about what they call the good ol' times, only they'll never get old because we'd keep reliving them.

But still they ask, why is it that only when something is missing from your life then you start to appreciate it?

I think I might know now.

On a happier note, 2L won class league (with 2J that tied with us but hey we still won anyhoo) <3

It is after cell and I am sitting with Cheryl.

Taylor Swift's You're Not Sorry hangs in the air like the odour of dead fish.

He walks up to me, smiles. 'You know, I knew the lyrics to that one.' I look up from the grasp of one of Jodi Picoult's grey-area novels. 'My classmates love Taylor Swift. They keep playing her songs every morning,' he continues, rolling his eyes.

I remember that he goes to an all-guys school, and I laugh.

'Nah, RI guys like Lady Gaga.'

It is his turn to chuckle. 'Yeah, her, too.'

I remember that before cell he was debating with Andy and Daryl about whether History was a better subject choice than Physics long after I'd walked off to throw my lollipop wrapping away and wailed to Andy about my dilemma.

A group of friends and I, him included, start debating RI guys. I tell them old RI jokes my own friends have told me, and they all share in laughter.

And then one by one they start to leave, and they disperse like dandelion seeds in a cold breeze.

I think my narratives suck. ):

EDIT: FAIL :D

Hey you know what, I'll miss you guys.

♥2L'o9;

YAY MEP = APLUS (:

Please do not ask me any more; I would like to take ChemBio-HistLit as my subject combo. Bye.