By: Sarah Zapata

It is hard to believe

That in less than a year’s time

This place will be my school

I walk through the large hallways

There are paintings on the walls

They are so colorful and bright

There are paintings of students

They are running

Jumping

Talking

A sweet aroma draws my attention away from the beautifully decorated walls

It is coming from the school store…

A nice woman greets us at the door

Her smile is soft and kind

She hands us a bowl of cookies

And says, help yourself

I savored every bite of those delicious confections

When I was done

I licked the gooey, melted chocolate off of my fingers

Where is everyone going?

The gym?

The guests filed into the bleachers

And looked on expectantly

As the high-schoolers finished the last of their preparations

They’ve started…

They’re dancing!

Amazing

Their movements are so graceful and free

I can feel myself moving to the lively beat of the music

I wish that I could stay here forever

But we have to leave eventually

We’re loading into the buses

To head back to the middle-school

But first, I steal one last look behind me

At that grand school not unlike a palace

It is hard to believe

That in less than a year’s time

This place will be my school