I love waking up the next morningand making recollections of everythingthat happened the night before for the rest of theday. It's kind of what I live for.
They all leave.Even if they don't want to, as hard as they try to stay, they leave.Except for me.As much as I want to, as hard as I try to leave,I stay. Why? Every week since school started, someoneelse has moved away.…