In the bus she took her seat as usual, the second row from the back, the one with the silver strip coming down one side of the window. Putting her bag next to her, she melted into her seat, sitting the way she always did, staring out to the buses that stood as if docked at their positions, as well as the multitudes of kids that ran rampant around the bus bay as they always did.
Yes, the two years had been a struggle, but looking back had only just made her realized how much she would actually miss some people in school. She could not have imagined herself to feel so attached, and yet there she sat holding her breath as if that alone could stop the ticking of her wristwatch.
And yet there was something more than the strange attachment which made her reluctant to leave. Leaving would be a cause of change, change that had happened once too many times. She was tired of change, she was tired of uncertainties but there never seemed to be an end to change. In fact change seemed to be the only thing constant in her life. She had no wish to leave as it meant going to university, which in turn meant making decisions for the uncertain future.
Worst of all, leaving school symbolized the inevitable end of childhood.
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