It still hasn't hit me quite yet.
I see tears falling around me.
"We have to keep in touch, promise!"
And then I'm over here, knowing it's over.
I know I won't hear those bells ever again.
I know I won't see anyone from there ever again.
I know I won't walk through those halls ever again.
But I've been dying to leave for four years.
And I thought by now I would have had some revelation on the subject.
Given, I know I will miss it all.
I would love to say I hated every single person I went to school with and that I won't miss it.
But I actually liked most of them and will miss it dearly.
But I'm here now, about to leave.
One of the only ones who hasn't shed a tear.
I should be sad, shouldn't I?
I've grown up with every single one of these kids that surrounds me.
They have see my flaws and see me at my worst.
They have seen me at my best.
And yet, it just hasn't hit me.
That I won't be able to walk into that school anymore and call it "home."