My Worst but Best School Year yet.
Thus the end of my 8th grade year. Summer starts today, and yet I feel somewhat depressed. Many of my friends are moving. They might be moving close-by, but I still don't know where they are. I feel my heart being more shattered than it already is. EDIT: My good friend ******, didn't say where she was moving. Just the *********, and she will be going to ******** High school where my cousin **** is going.
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