Finally, it's the last day of school..and my graduation ceremony. I sit at one of the chairs, surrounded by many more students. The principal is up on the stage, getting all of her note cards ready. Angie and Sophia are sitting a couple of rows ahead of me, turning around and giving a thumbs up. I giggle and wipe a bead of sweat off my forehead. The temperature has to be at least eighty degrees, and the black cap and gown make it worse.
I turn around, searching the crowd of all the students' families, looking for my parents. I then spot my mother's long, light hair. She catches my eye and waves. I smile and wave back, hoping she doesn't embarrass me later. Misha said he would try to make it, and I really hope he does come.
Eventually, names start getting called by the principal. About ten minutes into it, she is calling last names beginning with the letter "H".
"Grace Howell." she calls, Surprisingly, a lot of people clap. I hear some people yell, "YEET!", and immediately knowing it's those two idiots I call my friends. I can't help but laugh.
I slowly walk up the short stairs, suddenly starting to feel very nervous. Then, I see Misha walk in the room. He grins and waves his arms up and down. I giggle quietly in response. But then, I notice some kids turning around, looking at Misha. They must watch the show...
The principal hands me something and gives me a hug, saying the usual like "Good luck!"
I stand next to the microphone, trying to make up something to say, since I forgot to think of a short speech. "Um, congratulations on getting through the easiest part of your life." I stutter. For some reason, the majority of the crowd laughs, although I don't understand how it was so funny.
I parade off the stage, getting high fives from people I don't know in the front row.
Slowly, the last few people are called up. The principal gestures for us all too stand up, and we all throw our caps in the air, cheering, laughing, and crying.
Angie and Sophia run over to me, and we all share a long group hug. We start to shed some tears, since there's a small chance we'll be going to the same college.
We then walk up and try to find out parents. I run over to Misha and he holds out his arms for a hug. He just barely picks me off the ground and kisses my forehead before setting me back down. "Nice job up there!" he exclaims. "Thanks Mish." I reply, hugging him. Suddenly, some girl taps his shoulder. "You're Misha Collins, right?!!!" she squeals. "Yep that's me!" he answers. She gives him a long hug, and then takes a selfie with him. I'm pretty sure I has to work with her for some project.
"Wait, you know him?" she asks, looking confused. "Uh..yeah." I reply sheepishly. "She's my girlfriend." Misha states, grabbing my hand. She has a shocked look on her face before running off to her friends that have been staring at us. Misha and I burst out laughing from her reaction. The two of us walk over to my parents. "Congrats!" My mom and dad yell in unison, tears brimming. I give them a quick side hug before grabbing Misha's arm and running over to my parent's car. "We're having a sort of out-of-school party. You can come too!" I tell him. "Of course I'll come!" he replies.
When we arrive at my house, everyone gets their bathing suits on. Misha left his swimming shorts here last time he came over. We grab a huge raft that can have up to six people, and the four of us (Sophia, Misha, Angie, and I) put it in the water and sit on it, putting out drinks in the cup holders. My dad is getting out the grill to make hotdogs and hamburgers. We sit on that raft for a while, just talking about random things before swimming in the pool for almost two hours. Misha tells me to come over on the shallow side and gives me a piggy back ride in the water. All of a sudden, he goes under water with me on his back. He comes back up laughing. "You could've drowned me!" I say sarcastically. He sets me down and kisses my cheek. I giggle and kiss him back. His phone starts ringing and he gets out of the pool, dries off, and grabs it. "Hello?" I can hear him ask. I can't really make out the rest of the conversation but he looks upset and angry. When he hangs up and walks back over to me, I ask him what's wrong. "The damn producers want me to go to Rome, then England, then Canada for more comic cons! They said I was done with them!" he answers, looking close to crying. "For how long?!" I ask. "Five to six months." he replies. "Oh wow." I state, looking down at my feet. "I'm just really pissed off. I don't wanna spend that long without you Gracie." he says, holding my hand. I could never go six months without his smiling face...but now I guess I have to. "My parents said I have a year to apply for a college, and I have to work the whole year. So I would only be able to see you for the last six months, and either on the weekends or after my work..." I tell him sadly. With a sigh, Misha says, "Life sucks sometimes."
A/N: I meant to publish this chapter last night but it deleted the chapter for some reason and I had to rewrite it :(
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