Three Short Days

"We will now be starting our descent over Boston." the stewardess said over the intercom. Heads looked up, earbuds came off, and eyes opened for the first tome that flight. "It's over already?" was the thought on everyone's minds. The hyped up trip that every student in Parker Middle School looked forward to was over. After three short days we were back in Boston, back home.

The plane jolted as it touched the runway, waking everyone up for real. Bags were grabbed from under seats in a rush and the teachers were trying to make sure everyone had everything they came with. Yes, the rip was over, but the affect it had on our grade was not. Everyone in our grade was now closer to each other than they were before this trip. Walking around all day in the sweltering heat was a sure way to make people bond. No doubt about it, our grade was closer. All the time we spent together as a whole had that effect on all of us, making us less of individuals and more of a whole. The trip was over, but the memories would never fade.

- Brenna S.