I am thirteen years old and I am at my eighth grade graduation. The ceremony just ended here at the St. Mary's Cathedral. All my classmates are hugging each other, taking pictures, capturing the last moments. And tonight will be my last moments with them. In 36 hours, they will be having fun at the graduation dinner. In 36 hours I will be on the plane heading over to Asia. I started crying. They all thought these were happy tears. Some cried along with me. My parents ushered me out, telling it's time for dinner. Stepping out in the cool night breezing, the sun slow setting, a new beginning has just started. While the beginning has just ended.
As years past, I regret shedding those tears that night.
Riotous_Proletariat · Tue Jul 12, 2005 @ 06:51am · 5 Comments |