High school. Typically defined as the most important years of your life during your whole schooling career. It is seen as the first stepping stone in your pathway of life...or so they say.
When I think of high school, I think of it as the living embodiment of an existential crisis. Never ending drama, constant stress from classes, activities, and peers. And of course, the constant want for all of it to stop. I know...that was quite the exaggeration, and you're right. But sometimes that's just how I feel...but, let's be honest, everyone has felt that way at least once.
Usually, I'm pretty neutral while in school. I hardly ever bring attention to myself and I know when to keep my mouth shut. I guess high school's been pretty bearable. Obviously, it's not what I expected it to be, but it wasn't bad just...something to get used to. I've made a few friends here and there, but, there is one person who I hold dear to my heart. Which makes it all the harder to tell him that I'm moving away. He's been my best friend for as long as I could remember. Since we were toddlers we were basically tied at the hip. He was always there for me, and vice versa. I know, typical, right? Blah, blah, blah, friendship lasts forever! As if. I know that it's going to absolutely break his heart when I tell him. I just hope that he'll...I don't even know.
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The thought was on your mind the whole day, I mean how were you supposed to tell your closest friend that you were just about to leave him in a few days?
It was a typical spring day, the sun was bright, the sky was that usual crystal-blue color, with small puffy clouds invading it, and the temperature was just right. Not too hot, not too cold. You had spent your whole day with William, everything was normal as if that lingering threat of someone possibly leaving wasn't there. He usually had the knack to make you feel like nothing was wrong in this world. But...you had to tell him. Your parents were making you after all. They said that you should be the one to do it. It's only right. Now, the day had descended into the evening, the sky is now painted in oranges, yellows, and pinks. You were currently sitting and waiting on the bench that sat on the cliffside and overlooked the seemingly endless ocean. Right behind you was a tall, imposing lighthouse, a dirt path and a thick forest of vibrant pine trees. William was currently ordering you and him some ice cream to end this seemingly normal day.
Looking out towards the golden sun, watching it as if it were melting into the ocean, made you think about the days you would spend with William. You always remembered how your parents would bring you guys up here to play when you were younger...those were the days you would miss the most. You placed your hands on both your knees as you sat down and contemplated on how you would tell William that you were leaving. However, before you had the chance to thoroughly think it out, William had made you jump from behind.
"Boo!" He exclaimed into your ear, in his typical laid-back tone. You jumped about an inch out of your seat and looked behind your shoulder, glaring at him for scaring you. He laughed innocently and walked over to the other side of the bench and sat down. He then handed you, your favorite flavor of ice cream on a cone.
"Still as jumpy as ever, (Y/n). When is that ever going to change?" You tried you're best to put on a fake smile, to try and hide how you were really feeling, but he immediately took notice of your fake, plastic expression.
"Hey, what's wrong? Did you want something different this time? You should've told me! Here, I'll go get it fixed." He exaggerated with a slightly panicked expression. You put your free hand up to signal him to stop, and you actually cracked a small smile at his willingness to help you feel better. You were going to miss that. Then your smile slowly faded and you began to face the evening sky once again with wondering eyes.
