There was a change in the breeze that morning.
Whether it was its direction or strength, Melinda was unable to pinpoint exactly what had changed.
She kept walking towards her school building, a shiver running down her spine as the cool air hit her,when she realized that there were only a handful of days before she would put on her graduation cap and leave.
There was a Christmas tree in the hallway that morning. A great one that stood tall, ornaments arranged neatly on each of its tidy branches. A golden ribbon was wrapped around its green body, shimmering in the lights. She grinned at it, taking out her phone to take a picture.
Today was her last Christmas party at school.
“MEL!” A voice suddenly shot through the hallways. “I LOVE YOUR SWEATER! Can you believe it’s our last Christmas party here? CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?”
Melinda didn’t know any other way to respond besides a slight smile and nod, accepting Haylee’s ecstatic embrace. Haylee laughed excitedly as she dragged Melinda towards their main auditorium.
“We HAVE to sit at the front, it’s our last year! Look, Jay and Santana are already there!”
After a few more hugs and laughter, the entire auditorium grew silent as the Principal stepped forward to introduce the assembly. There was a unison of applause as the first performers began stepping on stage. Santana gave Melinda a wide grin, her pearly white teeth showing. Jay waved overzealously, whisper-shouting.
There were a series of performances, all purely showcasing extreme talent or humor, which Melinda thoroughly enjoyed. But what she enjoyed just as much - if not more - was the company of her three best friends as they sang, their voices muffled with laughter and bodies warm from countless cuddles.
Their graduation day was approaching, any of them could easily count the number of days they had left with one another.
They felt it, deep inside of them, under their smiles and behind glimmering eyes, that it was nearly the end.
But for a few moments, as they chanted out Christmas tunes at the top of their lungs, they enjoyed the precious memories they were making.
Katya Tjahaja
Whether it was its direction or strength, Melinda was unable to pinpoint exactly what had changed.
She kept walking towards her school building, a shiver running down her spine as the cool air hit her,when she realized that there were only a handful of days before she would put on her graduation cap and leave.
There was a Christmas tree in the hallway that morning. A great one that stood tall, ornaments arranged neatly on each of its tidy branches. A golden ribbon was wrapped around its green body, shimmering in the lights. She grinned at it, taking out her phone to take a picture.
Today was her last Christmas party at school.
“MEL!” A voice suddenly shot through the hallways. “I LOVE YOUR SWEATER! Can you believe it’s our last Christmas party here? CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?”
Melinda didn’t know any other way to respond besides a slight smile and nod, accepting Haylee’s ecstatic embrace. Haylee laughed excitedly as she dragged Melinda towards their main auditorium.
“We HAVE to sit at the front, it’s our last year! Look, Jay and Santana are already there!”
After a few more hugs and laughter, the entire auditorium grew silent as the Principal stepped forward to introduce the assembly. There was a unison of applause as the first performers began stepping on stage. Santana gave Melinda a wide grin, her pearly white teeth showing. Jay waved overzealously, whisper-shouting.
There were a series of performances, all purely showcasing extreme talent or humor, which Melinda thoroughly enjoyed. But what she enjoyed just as much - if not more - was the company of her three best friends as they sang, their voices muffled with laughter and bodies warm from countless cuddles.
Their graduation day was approaching, any of them could easily count the number of days they had left with one another.
They felt it, deep inside of them, under their smiles and behind glimmering eyes, that it was nearly the end.
But for a few moments, as they chanted out Christmas tunes at the top of their lungs, they enjoyed the precious memories they were making.
Katya Tjahaja
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