We weren't to tell anyone about our predicament. My mom had a plan to try to get them back; her work hired a lawyer right away and prepared to fight their reason for us not receiving the paper (that my mom needed a 2 year degree for her job, even though she's worked with the company for 12 years). My nerves were itching and I was relatively quiet at school the following day. When I conversed with my dad I longed to explain to him our predicament and pray with him, but I was restricted.
The next day my mom gave us the OK to spill to our friends and teachers what was happening. She figured there was a chance that we wouldn't be returning, so she wanted us to advise our teachers in case we didn't return. My teachers were devastated and reminded me to not lose faith. They encouraged me by saying that wherever I am placed, I will go far; but they hoped I would come back. My friends cried. During lunch, my best friend Mirna was awfully quiet and as we were leaving the cafeteria, I saw tears stream down her face as she turned away.
Our last week passed by slowly. We packed nothing in hope of returning. My friends tried to hang out with me as much as possible before my departure. Homework didn't lessen, but neither did my effort. I continued to keep up with everything in anticipation of my return.
My last day was hard! My best friend Emily brought me a "We Will Miss You" balloon and in my French class (the last hour of the day) people brought in snacks and we had a little going away party. My teacher informed me that if I returned I would be the one who needed to bring in food for the rest of the class. After school ended, I went to my friend Nadine's house with Emily, Mirna, and Stephanie. We ate 2 of the 7 pizzas and talked the rest of the night. Pictures were taken, and as we all departed Nadine's, tears were shed. It finally hit me that that moment could be the last time I see my friends. Emily's mom cried when she dropped me off at my house. It was a bad day all around.
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