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He bowed. “No sir" he said. His friend even laughed at him. I started to fill out my paper. There are 5 questions and each of them should at least 500 words. 1). What are you 10 years from now? 2). What will you miss in highschool life? 3). Does anyone in your class that you will miss? Why? 4). In the whole school year, who’s the teacher who helped you the most? 5). What is your graduation wish? Those sad questions seem to say goodbye. It’s also okay because we only need our own opinion.

They also had their card held up. “Jordan.” Kelly said and the whole room turned to see the woman in question blushing. Grinning, Jordan nodded. “My granddaddy always said it. My grandma was never sure if he was talking about being surrounded by the enemy or kids.” “Either way,” Charlotte laughed, “being surrounded simplifies things.” “How many more?” Someone asked loudly. “Someone is getting hangry.” Charlotte laughed and clicked the key on the computer. The program that Camille and Trevor had written for this, shuffled the quotes and pulled up another one. “Last one. Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before. Mae West.”

I could remember nothing. I lowered my head, apologetic. “I’m sorry, Professor Sharp… I truly was wrong.” “Wrong? How could you be wrong?” He scoffed. “Weren’t you the one who said a woman should chase love, while only men chase their careers? That true love is the most beautiful art in the world?” Tim repeated my ridiculous old ‘quote’ with a mocking laugh. Right. The boomerang I threw seven years ago had finally made its way back and hit me hard.

“There was this group of girls practicing a dance routine near the gym. Their laughter was real, you know? Not forced for the camera. I caught one mid-spin where the sunlight hit just right. Then this couple on a bench under the trees—sharing a quiet moment, heads close, no one else around. Those are the ones I like. The ones that feel honest.” Damian listened intently, nodding along.“Sounds like you have an eye for the real stuff. Most yearbook photos are just posed smiles and group shots. Yours sound like they tell stories. I’d love to see them sometime. The away game stories from last season were brutal—got lost on the way to the rink, ended up at some random gas station for an hour. Coac

Once again I laughed loudly. "I am just kidding Sam! I am coming. I'll be glad to meet your mate." I heard him sigh in relief. "I know you Cai. You do what you say. Like you remember one of your classmate back in your preschool? 'I'm gonna kick that ass butt' then the next day, you really kicked his butt. Imagine you were just eight that time. And remember when you were in your senior year, uncle told me you--" I rolled my eyes and cut his word.

She huffed. "Fresher? That's some private uni shit, we go by Jambite for crying out loud! The fuck is that?" She ranted and they both burst out laughing. "I did win, Miss Fresher anyway." Aisha giggled. "I was nominated for it too but I didn't participate." Ella butted in. "I won Mr Fresher." Joe said proudly. "I didn't even gave a fuck about it." Attracta chuckled. "Seems like everyone had a fun first year." James talked as everyone shared their experiences. They ordered some food before deciding to go in the water.

Uncle Grant grinned, his smile worth a billion dollars. I recline, attempting to relax, but the tension in my shoulders persists. I can't shake off the thoughts racing through my mind. "Isn't the Walsh family motto something like, 'let me play the lion too: I will roar’, or whatever A always says?" My younger cousin has a habit of reciting that Shakespeare quote from A Midsummer Night's Dream, and somehow it has become the unofficial rallying cry for the Walsh clan. "We have several mottos," Uncle Grant replies, finishing undressing and revealing his blue bathing suit. He joins us in the hot tub, settling closer to my dad, while Uncle Colton remains by my side.