Class of 2015
One day we'll be all done.
One more year to go.
One day we'll walk in those doors on the first day of school for the last time.
One day we'll be walking into the last friday night football game of the year for the last time.
One day we'll be going to a school dance for the last time.
One day we'll be taking a school final for the last time.
One day we'll be recieving our school report card for the last time.
One day we'll be walking out of those doors on the last day of school for the last time.
One day we'll all be standing in an alpebetical line in cap and gown.
One day you'll be saying goodbye to all the people you watched grow up.
One day we'll be packing up 12 years of our lives and saying goodbye to school.
One day we'll be packing up 18 years of our lives in to boxes and saying goodbye to home.
One day we won't be in high school anymore.
One day is coming all too soon.
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