บท 378: The Last Day Of School

The sun shone brightly over the school courtyard. 

The last day of school. 

It was one of the most-anticipated moments of the year—one students looked forward to but also dreaded to an extent. 

The students spilled out of the classrooms, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they embraced the freedom of summer.

For some, this day marked the end of an era. 

The graduating seniors walked a little slower, taking in every detail, knowing it might be their last time in these halls. They hugged their friends tightly and talked about useless stuff—as if that would prolong their time in the school. 

In the hallway of the third-year students, a group of friends gathered around, leaning against the railings as they talked about their plans for the summer. 

"I can't believe we made it through the year," one of the boys said. 

"Make that three years!" another exclaimed. "It felt like it would never end."