Presley didn't want to do this. The whole goodbye thing. She had toyed with the idea of skipping the feast entirely, but here she was. For real, goodbyes were the worst. People you cared about, you would see again. People you didn't, you wouldn't. So there really was no point to them.

She sat down on the end of the table far away from everyone else. If Elliot were here, she would share the same distaste as Pres, and they could just eat a good dinner together without worrying about all the sappy teary-eyed crap. Or maybe goodbyes were what her whole bad attitude had to do with. She missed Elliot, plain and simple. And she would miss seeing all of her seventh year friends walking around these halls next year. But for heavens sake, nobody needed to cry about it.