I told my writing tutor once that I was going to miss middle school when I leave it, and that the thought of moving on to high school scared me.  I expected some sort of reaction like yeah, I know a couple of kids like that.  Instead, she laughed and told me I was the only person to ever say that.  What?  I was shocked.  I know people are all, time to move on, or I wanna meet new people, or I hate middle school so yeah I'm leaving SAYONARA.  But you’re not going to miss middle school at all?  That's- that’s… wow.
   

You just spent 1095 days in this school, you’ve made friends (not speaking for everyone), and just recall every single moment that you’ve spent laughing and running around the halls (again, sorry, but I'm not speaking for everyone).  That's the complete opposite of how I feel. 
  

Lately every song I listen to either reminds me of the last time I heard it or it’s a sad song and I feel depressed because even if the song is about love or whatever it sounds like a reminder going “yooooo you leavin school soon.”
   

Sometimes this depression while listening to sad songs gets so great my heart feels like it’s rotting, it's emptying, it's dying.  Like every time I'm reminded how little time I have left with my friends and my school, a tiny piece of my soul flies out of my body to who-knows-where.  Probably to The Light, the place everyone tells you not to go towards.  When I am reminded of the fact that I'll pretty much never see my friends again, friends who I've spent 3 years of my life gaining their trust, I wish I was the Wolverine.  I wish I could rip that cursed pumping ball of flesh called a heart out of my burdened body.
   

Sometimes I'll be sitting in my room and I hear my parents talking about the high school I'm going to.  Paperwork, programs, classes, Regents, I just want to forget it all.  Every time the subject of high school is brought up I feel sick.  So sick the only medicine is banging my head on my laptop.
   

What do you guys see in high school?  It scares me.  All the classes, the seemingly random schedules, the cartloads of homework, the giant long winding hallways, how can you stand it?  How can you look forward to that?  Don't you look forward instead to the familiar days of familiar faces, familiar hallways, familiar doors and stairs, familiar everything? 
   

And what about those memories you’ve made with the people here?  All the bonds? 

I'll miss them all.  I'll miss my classes, my friends, the random people I annoy in class, I'll miss walking through hallways looking at girls and finishing up our projects last minute, I'll miss all the nerds that go on Bus 38, I'll miss freakin everything. 
   

But time can't be stopped.  No matter how much you push and shove and put things in its way, the monster will continue raging in its path, its freight train bulk shoving away all obstacles.  Oh well.  I tried.  So good-bye.  “One day, it'll grow. And every time I look at it, I'll remember. Remember everything that happened: the good, the bad, and how lucky I am that I made it home". –Bilbo Baggins