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The day I had been thinking about for weeks finally arrived — my last day of school. But instead of feeling happy and excited like I usually did in the mornings, I felt strange and quiet inside. It was the kind of day where your heart feels a little heavy.

As I sat in the car with my mom, heading to school like always, I stared out the window. The road looked the same, but I knew I would miss this daily drive so much. For 13 years, my mom and I had taken this journey together. I could describe every turn and every stop without even looking.

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, my mom’s gentle voice brought me back. “Enjoy your day and have fun, dear,” she said with a smile and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I tried to smile back, but my heart felt like it was in a knot.

Looking at the school building, memories came rushing back. I remembered the very first day I walked into this school, holding my parents’ hands tightly. And now, I was here for the very last time — having completed my O Levels and ready to move on.

I loved my school deeply — the classrooms, the playground, the library, my teachers, my friends — everything! As I walked through the school gate, it was like each step brought a memory with it: last-minute exam revisions, practicing for plays, cheering during sports day, laughing with friends, and so much more.

When I reached my classroom — 11-C — I sat in my seat and looked around. The walls were decorated with colorful charts and drawings made by us over the years. I whispered to myself, “I’m really going to miss this.”

Since it was our final day, there were no lessons. Instead, we spent the day talking, singing, laughing, taking photos, and sharing goodbye cards with each other. We even planned a surprise treat for our classmates by collecting money and bringing snacks during recess. Everyone was smiling and enjoying — making memories we knew we’d never forget.

After lunch, it was time for the class photo. This wasn’t just a picture — it was a memory frozen in time. We lined up in neat rows, and later formed the number “2024” for a special photo to mark our graduating year. I stood beside my best friends, smiling as widely as I could when the camera clicked.

Our headmistress looked at us proudly and said, “Spectacular!” Her words made my heart warm and proud.

But there was one last thing we had to do — signing each other’s shirts. With colorful markers in hand, we wrote messages, made handprints, and scribbled funny or heartfelt notes for one another. Each message was like a tiny piece of our journey together.

Before we knew it, the final school bell rang. That sound — usually exciting — now felt bittersweet. It meant it was time to say goodbye. We hugged, laughed, cried a little, and promised to stay in touch.

Yes, farewells are never easy. But I know this: the friends I made, the lessons I learned, and the memories I created will stay with me forever. They are the treasures I’ll carry into the next chapter of life.