I entered the class, looking at the abandoned classroom. 

My feet slowly stepped into the familiar changed room. 

Walking across the plants overgrown around, walking to my table. 

Drip, drip, drip. 

I wiped away my tears, as I looked at the classroom again with my blurry eyes. 

I touched my desk mate table, living in my memories.

Why? Why did you leave me? Why..  protect someone like me... 

I looked at all those seats, I missed those troublemakers. 

I missed that one kid who always reminds the teachers of our homework. 

I missed those bullies, those bastards and bitches. 

Without them, a class isn't really a class. 

Now, without them. Is a school really a school? 

 

I felt the wind through the broken windows. 

I gasp for air, as the silent room is filled with sound again..

Graduation, is supposed to be filled with tears afterall. Happy or sad. 

Right?