The Last Day of School

The Last Day of School

It was the last day of third grade, and my classmates and I had finished cleaning out our desks. Our teacher, Mr. Brown, had passed out the summer reading lists. We had even shared our goals for the summer-mine was to go fishing during my family's camping trip.

What next? I wondered, tapping my feet impatiently under my desk. Mr. Brown stood up and cleared his throat loudly. “ Now's the time you've all been waiting for, " he announced.

" Is it summer now?" I asked, and my classmates burst out laughing. Mr. Brown chuckled, too, but shook his head at me. " Almost, " he said, " but first, it's time to hand out yearbooks! "

Everyone cheered, including me. I had completely forgotten about the yearbook! Last year, I only asked the other kids in my own class to sign. This year, my goal was to collect all the third graders' signatures. I watched excitedly as Mr. Brown produced a tall stack of yearbooks from a box under his desk.

Once Mr. Brown handed me my copy, I skimmed through the pages. I spotted a picture of Marisol next to me at recess. I hurried over to her desk and asked, “ Marisol, will you sign my yearbook?" " Of course, " Marisol replied. She took her special pink pen out of her backpack just for the occasion. She even dotted the i in her name with a heart.