Wednesday, June 12th was our last day of school. We got out 1 hour and 15 minutes early. It's weird to get out of school in the middle of the week, and 1 hour early.
I wasn't the only one leaving/moving schools. 2 other girls in my class are moving schools, plus a girl in the other class, 1 boy in my class, and 2 boys in third grade.
One of my BFF's who I've known since preschool was crying on my shoulder. I told her it was perfectly fine with me; she just needed someone to lean on, and that's what friends are for. She was crying because she didn't want me to go to Italy. I wanted to cry so bad, but for some reason I couldn't. I remember when she asked me not to forget about her. Why would I do that? of course I will never forget about my best friends, but I still am excited to make friends in Italy!
"I would never forget about you, and you will never forget about me!"