And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming, or the moment of truth in your lies.

Everything good has to come to an end. Six excruciating months ago, I, together with thirty-five others were dumped into brand new 'sanctuary' where we were gonna have to try to survive for the next ten months in. The first thing that hit me was the fact that I was separated from most of my friends from freshman year. It wasn't easy although it wasn't a first for me. I've been in the exact same situation when I was in sixth grade. I knew nothing about the familiar faces that surrounded me. It made me uncomfortable and uneasy but who would've thought that it turned out to be one of the best sections I've ever been in? Anyways, my point is you never know how amazingly wonderful something can turn out to be when you don't even give it a try. It has only been now that I've actually appreciated my section and my classmates. It all started last June, I remember the day when I began thinking of plays. It was the second day of school. Too early, I get it. I wanted to win so badly that I never pictured out how losing would feel. I'm a sour loser, I know. Perhaps not the best way to tell the body nor did any of my expectations come as planned, I got into little cat fights with my closest friends and everything as in EVERYTHING came to a stop. Then, around two months ago in October, I made up with those friends and we started to plan for our plays again. I still never imagined losing and it was far from what I expected. Everything came in perfectly with the help of our extra-extra efforts, things came in handy. Then auditions came, practices and the usual thing. I couldn't deny squabbles, quarrels and disagreements. Yes, I admit I was in one of them. It didn't feel good. It kept me apart from my classmates. I felt the same feeling I had months ago when I came into a fight with my other friends. But I'm not a fighter. This was a first for me. Fast forward two months... PLAY DAY. It was not how we expected it would end. Well, some of us still weren't in good terms. We had threats that some people would bail on us and the like. It wasn't as smooth sailing as we thought it would be but it kept us close. With the people we weren't in good terms with, we kept a comfortable distance. And the rest, you've changed me. Who can say that I've been changed for the better? Because I knew all of you, I have been changed for good. The only thing that keeps us together now is those three months of togetherness we spent. It's really been a fun ride. I've had the time of life really. Right now, whenever I think of what is left of my sophomore year, I can never fight the tears or hold the emotions. Elizabeth is etched within me, it, us and will forever be.