A new season, a new generation, a new year. Everything always turns into a pattern. The seed blooms into a beautiful flower and then withers away to once again go through the same season. This has always been what I've done for the past 13 years of my life. I go to school, summer comes, and then I go back to endure another round of homework. But this year is different. It might be my last year to be with my friends at school. My future might change because of two auditions. I'm frightened, because without this same ritual, I may have to watch my friendships fade into the past, never to be awakened again. A new year, a new semester, a new experience. And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it!
