There are now only two Marcos in my homeroom.
Helping Kelsey clean out her locker was priceless. So ends grade nine.
Here's to...the Rolling Stones.
There I was, watching the waves roll in. And out. In. And out. Watching the moon, breathing, through the rain. The fury of the thunder and the glory of an unearthly light.
1 comment:
Grade 9 ending really isn't that sad. What's sad is all the grade 11s that are leaving. =(
You only need one Marco for homeroom to be REALLY annoying. I'll give you a hint... short, italien, I sit next to him in music class...
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