A Special Day

Zoe Eccles

2007

The day Im writing about is definitely the most sad day of my life so far. Two very important things in my life ended.

1st July 2007. I was woken up by my mum at about 7am, (she never woke me up) she had tears running down her face, I knew what it was about, hed been ill for a while, but it still came as a shock. She said with a croak in her voice, Last night well She couldnt say it, it was too hard for her. She tried to carry on, Your Grandpa passed away.

The sound of the words made me go cold, Im not sure what I felt, sadness or maybe a little guilt, that I hadnt spent much time with him. Tears fled down my face and I fell back on my pillow, I didnt want to go to school, but it was the last day of primary school and the last day of the school itself.

I arrived at my friends house like I always did on my way to school. Mum had told Carolyn (my friends mum) about Grandpas death. Carolyn had made Catriona and me a breakfast for our last day of primary. It was good, very good but I couldnt make a smile even though I tried.

We walked down the hill for the very last together for the very last time.

The school bell rang. We arrived in the class room, it look so strange the room was almost bare.

Cranston Primary School was 200 years old. It was one of the smallest schools in Midlothian, it was so small everyone knew everyone. When it closed it only had forty-two pupils.

For the whole day all we did was play games and eat sweets. It was so much fun but also sad for it was the last day we would be all together. We had a fabulous teacher called Mrs. Kelly, she was the best!

The last hour of school, Mrs. Hogg the head teacher let all of us out with chalk. We wrote our names all over the playground. Even the teachers wrote their names. There was a small barn like one in a farm, in the corner of the playground. We wrote on the walls in it and today you can still see our names.

The end of school was near. We were all so upset. My best friends (Ellie Street, Catriona Murray and Holly C.O.) and I were crying. Mrs. Kelly was crying too. We gave her a hug and she gave some of the pupils a hug then our parents arrived to collect us. My mum began to cry as well. It was the beginning of the summer holidays but no one wanted it to be. To us it was and ending.

That day was so special to me, and I shall never forget it!