I wake up. Hard to forget what day it is: June 29th. I feel cold, both physically and mentally. All the fun will soon be just a memory. I get on the bus an hour later. In another 15 minutes, I'm getting off of it. The school bell rings. More shirts being sighned, more goodbyes being said. We go to the assembly. Awards are given out, and I get one for being in choir.
So why am I still gloomy?
Oh, the assembly is over and we get free books. Then we get treats. Then a sound rings that fills me with fear: the bell.
A vacation is on.
