Review Segment 4
As Bertina was walking over to her family, her father says loud enough for me to hear, "hey, isn't that your friend? Call him over for a photo." Yeah, that wasn't awkward at all. I walk over, we pose for the photo and all I'm thinking is, she never corrected him.
I never said anything on the subject. Instead, I kept it to myself. As if, it didn't bother me.
We saw one another once more before the break, the next school day. You see, the evening of the graduation was our last day as 8th graders, however, the rest of the grades had one more day. A few of us graduates attended that last day. Bertina and I spent that time connecting and speaking of what life would be like away from one another. Until I had come up with an idea that would result in us not being away but instead together. I asked for her address. She gave it to me. I knew she didn't live close because she took the bus. But I knew if I did not really want to wait out the summer 'til seeing her again, I better pump the tires on my bike and ride through the city looking for her residence.
The school day was short. This time when the day concluded it didn't end with a "bye". Instead it ended with "see you".
It seems real but, you don't know until you know.
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