Graduation

Your four years are up. It's time for the next chapter in your book of life. Off to college, to work, or to wherever your path after high school leads you. You'll be leaving behind friends, boyfriends and girlfriends, but meet all new ones in your new start. You're about to step into a whole new world. Your high school years just flashed before your eyes and now you're sitting at graduation in your cap and gown waiting for your dipoloma. Goodbye and good luck.

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