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An alarm rings, its time to wake up, don't feel like it but you know you have to, so you do it anyways.
You get yourself ready, like you've done so many countless times before.
You go wait for the bus, or sometimes for your parents to get into the car, the sun is only lightly glowing at this time but it shines beautifully on the dewy grass.You wait and wait to get to your destination, by now, its dawned on you and you start to really wake up.
You finally arrive, and you grab hold of your bag and slowly make your way down the steps. The same steps you've taken countless times before, and steps you'll surely take as many times again.You meet a few friends, say hi and move to your usual 'spot' or 'place' because thats what everyone did, a habit that changed every year depending on where the morning class was.
Slowly slowly, others start appearing and the sound of  conversation starts to rise.
Some days, crazy things would happen in the morning, like broken window panes, silly mini football matches or little accidents by people arriving that would make the observant others burst into laughter.
The fun would often end with a loud bell, but that would not be the real end. No, things were only starting.
We followed the timetable to the letter the first few years, more out of fear of getting into trouble than actual seriousness.
But the important part of the timetable was the part where we got the grounds to ourselves, we could roam around, looking for whatever adventure our imaginations could offer us given the circumstances and location.
We would mostly go play football, if not talk about just anything and turn it into something funny.
The stuff that would sometimes happen on the football pitch were just absolutely magnificient; from plain old silly actions that made everyone laugh to the serious adrenaline pumping sensation that arose in order to deliver a perfect still moment. Satisfaction through good self play, and better yet, team play.
The bell to that period always sounded so awful, wouldn't ever wanna hear it again!
The next bell to look forward to was that of the end of the learning day. Some years, most of us were anxious to hear that bell ang get home, where we would sit in front of the tv, whether it was to watch cartoons or play video games.Other years, we didn't feel like parting from our friends, or those we kinda liked to keep a special eye on because your heart told you to.
And the next day would be a repeat of the last day, well atleast for the first couple of years.The later years would revolve more about sleepless nights, whether it be due to study or more likely the social chatting, because at this point, meeting at school just wasn't long enough, you needed more assosciation, to the point it looked like addiction.
You learnt alot from sending words to and fro, more sometimes, than actually being with the person. It was quite thrilling at times, maybe not so at other times. But altogether, pretty enriching.
But ofcourse, later on, slowly slowly, you would ask less questions about the person themselves, you've gotten to know them pretty well and at this point, you want their help! Work is getting tougher and tougher, and we all pooled our rescources to make things go along faster!
It got more hectic in the last period. Sometimes everything felt like it was crashing down on you and you just couldn't keep it together anymore, that was when your slow built relationships kicked in and gave you a booster. They helped you now, and you would do the same for them when they needed it. It felt pretty perfect.
You worked damn hard at the end, you had to pull yourselves together, put your pants on properly and just dash forward. You looked at the finish line so hopefully, it would soon all end. But the sad thing was, you only wanted one part of it to end, not the other part...not the part which involved those other people you had come to heartily call friends.

It did end pretty suddenly, and you moved to a new routine, a more relaxed one. You could stay up late, and wake up late. It didn't matter, obligations had disappeared and all you had to do is call up your friends and set up meetings and plans! The finally well deserved break! So you went to your friend's, stayed over, went out, swimming at the beach, renting out a campment, going out clubbing at night. Yes, finally, time to do what you wanted without much hindrance.
You would stick to this routine a good while, savour it while it lasted because like the last stretch of events, it would end.
Surely enough, gradually, people started leaving, going to take their own seperate paths.
You know yours is soon to come, but you don't think much about it.
Until there is no more putting it aside, its your turn to leave and there is nothing much to say about it. Its just what has to be done.

So you embark on a new adventure, you're not sure where it will lead you, but you are well equipped, thanks to your friends and family, so you are not worried.
Maybe just a little bit sad, a little bit sad to leave behind such a tremendous amount. Taking only with you the memories that you know you will cherish for the rest of your life.

Its been a fun ride. You leave with a smile. Nothing more really needs to be said about it. Just the quiet silence to show how much it is worth to you...