I keep thinking about school. All the things that could have gone differently, and the things I did. Some I’m so proud I did, others I still question. When we leave something, it always hurts and is scary to start over. School is one of those things.
I started SMS thinking I was going to hate it and not caring about these people. I thought nobody could make up for the friends I left. I was right, nobody can take their place. The thing I was wrong about was hating it.
I have made so many memories there, that nobody can take. Just like when I started when I left, I was afraid. Only thing that made me leave, the same thing that made me come. Grades and a few people. But I meet people there I will never forget.
At one point in the three years I was there, I had made a friend that can’t be replaced. Even if we grew apart, or became close. They had something that made me want to be their friend. At one point, I was happy being around all of them.
I had friends who I was attached at the hip with, friends who would help no matter what, friends that let me cry, friends that were based of stupid stuff, and friends who just listened. There are so many more, but I am ready to cry now.
I have noticed I have made multiple diary’s threw the years. All of them started the same. Saying what great friends I had, and what was special about them.
They started with my friends and the cute boys. The adventurers and fake boyfriends. The tears, and the hugs. They always said ” I have the best friends in the world. ”
And that will always be true.
Saint Mary’s isn’t a school, it is a home. Where I started the rude public school girl who was confused about everything, and left the still confused private school girl who made mistakes. Either way, it lead me to the people I know today, and no matter what will love and protect.
Lots of love to you Maddie if you read this. You are a beautiful and smart girl, never forget that.
And Elena if you read this, same to you.