End of the School Year

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Virgil's POV

"WE ARE GONNA BE SENIORS," Roman yells excitedly as he claps.

I smile, "We have so much going for us. Its gonna be awesome."

Roman gasps dramatically, setting a hand on his chest, "Is Dr. Gloom, being positive once? It's a miracle!"

I roll my eyes but smile, "Shush Sir. Singalot."

We share a small laugh and then go to Patton's place to eat some cake and celebrate. His parents set up a small party for our group.

Everyone always says that Junior year is the hardest but thats when my life got better and things got easier. It wasn't hard at all.

I have friends, a boyfriend, my grades have gotten better, and while I'm not planning on doing college I do plan on opening my own business for a tattoo parlor.

Logan wants to go to a college in New York though so I'm worried we won't work out. But we will figure something out. I know we will.

We then all go to our own homes since it is late. Like really late. Around one in the morning late.

My parents are proud of me for passing and becoming a senior. They wished they could see me. I wish so too. But Remy took us out to eat to celebrate and make it up for them not being here. We are some burgers, ice cream, and cake.

We then head home and go to sleep. Summer break is here and I'm staying home as I usually do during the summer.

It's always hot, bright, people are outside, there are bugs, and the inside is just always safer and better.

I wonder if I will hang out with the group though.

Logan comes into my room and sits down on my bed. He wanted me and Remy to have time alone so we brought him food when we ate out.

I cuddle up to him and we kiss. He holds me close and gently.

I say, "I can't believe it. We are almost out of high school."

Logan nods, "Me too. I feel like I just got there."

I nod and sigh. "I'm gonna miss it."

"Me too."

I totally almost didn't cry writing that ending. Ugh! I'm almost done with high school and this was similar to a conversation I had and I wanna cry.

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