Middle school.                                                                 
Three years of fun.
“We’re the big kids now” the parents say
But really.
It’s just school.
Three more years of hard work
Endless ELA tests.
But at least we get to spend 180 days, no 540 days having fun with our friends and making new ones.
Get the good teacher that cracks a joke here and there, a good joke.
When you first get there to the towering gates.
You push open the door backpack thrown over one shoulder.
Thinking “ Yeah I’m the big kid now”.
Then a year goes by at the blink of an eye.
And boom time to make new friends and meet new teachers.
Then you start to think “ Wow sixth graders are soooo annoying”.
Just never occurs to you that you used to be one!
Then.
At last the final year of school.
You're the big bad eighth graders now.
You and your friends have good times.
More drama.
Who likes who.
And “ OMG she said that? no way girl’.
Then it approaches.
The last day of school.
You push open the heavy red doors.
A burden lifted off your shoulders.
Students joyously running about the end of work, the time to relax.
The breeze pushes against you.
The sun peeks from his blanket of clouds, and the birds fly around exulting their happy song.
Almost time for high school.
It’s so great!
We’ll be ninth graders.
Make even more friends.
Meet new teachers.
But I don’t want that.
I dread that day.
Going to an even bigger school.
Even more work.
I don’t want that.
I love our little middle school.
Being with all my best friends everyday.
All the coolest teachers.
I dont want it to be even harder to find my friends.
Yet life must go on.
And when the time comes who knows.
Maybe i'll love high school.