The family of all my classmates, friends and acquaintances clap while the school principal ends the ceremony. In the back, I see my mom and all of my siblings over 5 years old. My dad isn't there, but that's fine with me. I don't need his approval, only my mom's. Everyone goes to their families and says all their formalities. 'I'm so proud of you', 'Which high school are you going to?', and 'You're incredible' stick out the most. The families funnel out and the principal gives us the option to loiter longer to talk to our friends. I instinctively float towards Tokoyami. "The last day of school," he mutters. "Mhm!" I reply enthusiastically. I'm glad it's my last day, but Tokoyami doesn't share my glee. "And maybe the last time we'll see each other." When he says this, I realise why he looks so somber. Sorrow funnels away my joy and I noticeably slump over. I don't know what this feeling is: a slurry of paranoia, gloom and anger. Blood rushes to my face; underneath my mask, it is almost definitely tomato red. "Yeah..." I murmur. I fudge with my fingers. "Do you have a phone?" he asks me, changing the topic. I've been begging for one, but my dad is worried about what I might use it for. He thinks I might talk to random people and spill family secrets on the internet. That's what he says, but I think he's just scared that I'll call the police on him. Pathetic, really. "Nope, and I probably won't until I can buy one for myself" I answer, holding back tears. I never thought saying goodbye could be so upsetting. I'm only now truly appreciating Tokoyami, and I might not even see him again to tell him. I know if I stay any longer Pops will get mad at me, but I could care less. I don't want to leave, not until I'm happy with my goodbye. Then, I get an idea. "Meet me next Friday, at the park," I say, louder than before. "I am free on Friday, 2pm?" he replies. A slight smile forms underneath my mask, maybe I don't have to say goodbye after all. "I can do that, I'll see you on Friday!" I chip. I pull a stack of post it notes from my pocket and write on them with a pen from my other one. 'Friday, 2pm, park'.