Treasure Island

Jane Meyer


font color=darkvioletLast Day of School


It’s the last day of school!
Oh wow!
Oh wow!
But today is special,
‘cause it’s my last in 8th grade.
My friends are all tearing,
but I’m silently cheering,
because I get to leave it all.
I get to start anew.
I’ve been at this school now for nine years.
It’s time to move on,
even with all the tears.
But I won’t cry.
I’m glad to say good bye.

It’s not like I was treated well,
sometimes I would’ve rather gone to hell.
So it’s the last day of school,
I say that’s pretty cool.
I’m going to enjoy it to the fullest,
And go out with a bang.

Submitted: Saturday, June 06, 2009
Edited: Friday, June 12, 2009

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