The last day was really, really sad. Crying. All day the paradish thing hung over us. The end is near. We laughed and partied and ate junk until it was time.
We went to sit in the hall. All of year 6. Together for the last time. Memories started showing up. Remember that? Remember when Miss Morrisey left? Remember Lian? Remember sharing lunches? Remember when you didn't know Miss Arendts??? Remember when you told the girls in our class apart from their hair??
It started. We had to crawl under everyone. It hurt. Joanna was the first to cry. Before she even had to crawl. Radish was determined not to.
We went through, hugged buddies, random people who we might have known and year 6's pretending to be in year 5. Rebecca began to cry when she hugged Miss Arendts. It was such a shock, I turned round, trying not to cry, and I say tears rushing down, under her glassess. I guess I didn't expect her to cry.
We continued.
Then we got summoned into the year 6 -YEAH!!!!!- and infants courtyard. There was a gas leak. After staying there long enough to hear Mr Maglachlan talk to us. Rebecca and I escaped to the classroom.
Thats when I started to cry. I went up to the loft and shouted, I inspected the step where I banged my head. I wrote one last message on the board.
Then Jenny, Joanna, Katie, Rebecca and I said goodbye to everyone and went camping.
Before we went, we promised we wouldn't cry again that day.
We kept that promise.
