" A new door to enter"
My grade 7 self told herself after the recognition, "Bawi ako pag grade 8."
Then my 8th grade self never failed her old self; she exceeded her own expectations. She improves herself a lot in academics, behavior, and skills, and she discovers more about herself. She became more mature and more dedicated to her dreams; she worked more; and she enjoyed her life as a student more. At the next stage of her life, she makes sure that she's always moving forward at the next level.
My "never expected to happen"
It is good and bad.
The good one is that when I step into the eighth grade, I get to know more friends. "My besties/best friends" meet each other by stepping outside of our comfort zones; we meet while walking on our different paths but have the same goal, which is to improve ourselves in our different aspects. We learned a lot from each other, even at our young ages. We treat each other as a blessing, just as I treat them as precious jewelry.
While the bad one is, the saddest thing that happened to us was when one of our classmates left us.
She's nowhere to be found; she left pain that broke our hearts; she left tears because she didn't say goodbye; she left scars in each of us. I felt angry not because I hated her but because I felt guilty that you would never reach your dreams and experience enough to enjoy your teenage life. You've already been forgiven but never forgotten; your memories will remain with us and will always be part of us; you will always be our home; you will always be our friend. I hope you are happy, our dear angel. In your next life, I hope you live a long life, live your life to the fullest, and fulfill the dream that was once deprived to you.
We entered together at a new door, but we left that door's room without you.



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