For me being a 12 year old kid, my life right now is pretty much enjoyable. Except it does worry me a tiny bit how my childhood is slowing slipping away. Like before, I didn't care about high school, or boys (Okay, I don't care that much about them, but it happens!), or if I bombed a test. Before, I used to live in my own world. Not necessarily rainbows and unicorns and smiliey faces 24/7, but it was pretty innocent and carefree.
Then it all started in grade six, which was only last year. I sat next to some kids that knew more about the real world than I did, and I learned a few things from them, like learning that friends did backstab each other, which I found kind of suprising, because they're friends. And from my teacher, who've taught me that if I want my thoughts heard, I'll have to be loud and clear, otherwise people will just go with their own thoughts. Sure, that would involve some arguing, but for me that's a part of stepping away from being shy and growing up.
And now currently, the seventh grade. The Intermeditate zone. The preparation for high school, which would get myself ready for the real world. In this grade, nobody will hold your hand once you get around to the middle of the year. You're on your own, and if you don't do your homework, the teachers won't seriously care. It'll also pile up. And that's the reality kicking in, on how not everything will be smooth sailing like when you were younger. That there's responsibilities.
So yeah, I'm kinda scared of leaving my beloved childhood with it's reassurance and everything, but at the same time I'm excited to move on.