The years came and went, and Peter aged with them. He had a natural gift for art and writing classes, his sense of creativity free to run as wild as it could go, as he continued to receive good marks on those assignments. At long last, grade 8 came to its end. Peter had no longer thought that girls were icky, and in fact took a fancy to some of them. He was excited to be beginning high school when it was to be September again, and was even more excited when his parents presented him with joyous news in the second month of summer vacation.