chapter 01

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THE PICTURE ABOVE IS NOT FOR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS.It is a picture of Israel Broussard simply for you to enjoy. Although I was thinking and he can also be imagined as Steve.

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I didn't think it was possible to feel this anxious, happy and relieved all at the same time. I have been dreaming of this day, well day dreaming mostly of what would happen or what it would be like since my teenage years and I definitely did not acknowledge the feeling of puking my guts out in the past.

You must be wondering what sensational task I had performed that had me fantasizing for years, well I the great Emma Grant was graduating from university! You may not be impressed but me, I was ecstatic and just a little nauseous but we aren't going to focus on that.

Now all I had to do was to avoid giving the floor a bear hug. Personally I'm not very attracted to the cold hard concrete although for some reason the attraction it exhibits for me has led to me falling very hard, quite literally speaking here. Since I have become abnormally familiar to the feeling (I refer to both the physical pain and first hand embarrassment while facing this in public places) I don't want to fall on stage in front of thousands of people. When I say 'public places' I mean in front of 20-30 people maximum; the thought of this happening on graduation is simply terrorizing.

I stood backstage, my palms sweaty knees weak arms are heavy there's vomi- , no stop my dear brain this is not the time for rapping Eminem.

Its baffling how quick time has passed, the last 8 years have been like a roller coaster.

If I may quote the inspirational words of a fellow dearly missed, Augustus Waters: '(my) life is a roller coaster that only goes up my friend.'

However in my case the ride went up, down, up, down, up...and the pattern repeats. I will have you know though I am graduating with a remarkable Grade Point Average and I am shamelessly proud after all I worked as if doomsday was upon us...ah well you seem to understand what I am attempting to say I'm not the best with words and explaining things. I always tend to say the wrong thing and end up further magnifying my problems. Getting back to what I was originally thinking, I'm an independent adult now I'll have to work and earn and pay bills buy stuff and grow up. I can't ask my parents for help anymore.

You are 22 years old, what else do you expect?

Oh stop talking dear inside my brain voice.

I look around at the faces surrounding me; I spot some familiar faces I remembered from various classes I took over the previous four years and some strangers. I keep looking until I spot my best friends standing ahead of the line waiting for their names to be called. The only sounds heard were the announcements on stage and the round of applause heard soon after of course the chatter among students was still present at a small scale but I too anxious to do anything.

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