It's over.
It's actually over.
I can't believe it's really over.
I lay on my bed with tears stinging my eyes.
I'm such a moron for crying,
but I do.
I don't want to go back.
Why can't school,
awful school,
be over?
Yes, this week was nice, but I want more.
Need more.
A single drop slides from my eye down the side of my face.
I wipe it away with the back of my hand and sit up, look at my backpack, and sigh.
Schools back,
and spring break is over.
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