I listen for the music, as semi silence falls upon the line of graduates in fancy dresses, suits, tuxedoes, and ties. Jess opens the door and gives me a nod and smile signalling for me to walk in. I step into the hall and see like 120 people standing and applauding us. I take my seat and breathe.
“Paris,” I whisper. “Please go this way.” begging desperately.
She nods and I relax. Bill, 6 from me went the really long way and if everyone else did I would have to walk past 16 chair then all the way up to the stage. I wait nervously for Jessie to fall in her heels. It was bound to happen. I couldn’t watch as she began to run to get her scroll.
I run my finger over my eye lid then I rub the light gold powder on my palm.
“Sozoe” Rebecca calls.
What! I was certain Isabel would get the ‘Visual Arts Award’.
Christian puts his hands in front of me, I sigh gently before placing my hands in his. We’ve done our entrance and dance now we have to do the ‘ Madison Partner Dance’.
I look in audience and see Alex. Christian’s sister filming, I roll my eyes as I spin and laugh.
We give our parents’ their chocolates, have our photo in front of the cake and then I realise, I graduated, these things, dances, walks, dinners, photos and speeches mean a lot. Heaps! I’m leaving primary school and I can’t come back. Next year I’m in a new, massive school with heaps of teachers and a countless amount of students. I’m the baby of the school again.