The Last Day

Chapter One

Graffiti sprinkled the entrance. Surprise! That was the word that echoed throughout the room. It’s your last day. I’m so proud of you! A smile forms as the view is taken in. Everyone was there. Everyone came to see the spectacular event. It was a lot to take in. Actually, almost too much to take in. As if, it were a dream.

Bzzzt, bzzzt, bzzzt, beep, beep, beep! Went the alarm clock. Groggily, the boy sat up. He then proceeded to punch his alarm clock. Making it scream its last beep forever. The boy shook his head. Best Day Ever Eh? Well…. We’ll just have to see about that.

It was like every morning in the past. Clear and quiet. Except now, there was no walking to school—there was driving. Instead of waking up at four to get to school on time it was six. Used to, there would be a note on the table leaving maybe a five dollar bill if he was lucky but most of the time there was a couple or few ones that laid there smiling. Don’t use me all at once now!

From time to time there was a breakfast on the table. Whether the breakfast be last night’s dinner or an actual breakfast, rarely did it ever make its appearance. When it did though, the boy would take advantage of it and not waste a drop. Now, the boy hardley thought about breakfast. Seeing that it would only slow him down in the morning, why bother? At one point, he thought about making breakfast. And on those days he had to be really happy. Now? He was content. Content with getting to school on time and skipping breakfast that is.

At first, the blare of screamo songs would fill the boys mind as he walked to school. This was just his style at the time. Screaming. That’s what it was. He always felt like screaming all those years ago. Now, the boy listened to alternative rock. Yes, he still listened to screamo songs. Actually, he never got rid of the songs he used to love and listen to all the time. It was just that now, now-- there was something to look forward to. Somewhat. As the engine started, the playlist synchronized and started to play. Before he knew it he was singing along. In tune? Eh, he never cared for that. All he knew what that his heart gave a command and he responded to it. A tear slipped as he found himself singing to "It’s A New Day" by Green Day

Traffic lights changed from red to green. Again, he could remember waiting for the person to light up so that he could cross. Every street, every name—he remembered them all. Today, he took the route that he used to walk. Before, he thought it was the greatest to have a car and to take the faster way to school. Today, he took the longer route. The one he used to walk. Actually, when he awoke he contemplated on even taking his car and grabbing his Ipod to retreat to the place he used to go all those years ago but he decided against it considering the fact that he had to return all his text books.

The boy paused as he came to an intersection. There used to be a girl that would always be standing on the corner holding a sign up about her family’s merchant stand. Where she was today? He didn’t know. He smirked as he saw the closed stall. Maybe later he could visit and actually see what they had. He always felt bad for her. She went to a different school as him but before when he walked they’d always greet each other. The boy sighed. Green Light.

As the boy stepped out of his car he couldn’t help but think about that last moments he would have at the school. It was his only saving grace. And it was free. After that day, he would have to step into a different schedule. He knew it wouldn’t change much. The money on the table all those years ago was gone and replaced with his own weekly paycheck anyway. The boy sighed as he took out his six text books. Why didn't he just take another elective? Because he didn’t have to pay as much later on for the core course. Right. Placing two books in his backpack and two under each arm, he was off. After locking the door and laughing at himself in the mirror for looking so sad, he finally managed to tear himself away from the past. Or at least that’s what it seemed like at the moment.

Entering the building through the front entrance hit him. The only time he had ever walked through the front entrance was on the first day of school his freshman year. And now, he was a senior. Sliding the books into the book drop the boy stood and observed his surroundings. For four years now he had never knew the color of the front entrance. Now, he knew. It was a navy blue. One of the school colors.

Proceeding to the band hall the boy looked again at his school’s structure. Sure, he had a few more classes to go to see it again, but just in case he missed something; he wanted to make sure that he didn’t. The same couples stood around like usual. A small tug at the corner of the boy's mouth raised up as the boy realized that at least one thing didn’t change. Them. They were happy. At least someone was.

A hand met the cold handle to the band hall. As he opened the door the same blast of sound met his eardrums and made him grin. This was his home for so long. Shutting the door behind him, the boy walked to his seat, set his backpack down, and then went for his locker; completely ignoring everyone else. That’s how he normally went on with his day. But—like previously he could remember when someone would used to run up to him and hug him every day. Every year—someone new. This year, no one. It made him kind of happy. Now that it was the last day no one could ruin his constant mood.

Putting together his instrument took time. As the boy observed the three pieces he couldn’t help but track every dent ever made by friends, family, enemies, and strangers, And even though any normal person couldn’t seem them anymore. He could see them clearly. Running his hand along the bell the boy whispered to himself. We have become victorious my dear Zealous.