Prologue
It was going to a time I'd remember for ages.
7 freaking years in the same building, 7 years spent the same old people, 7 years worth of friendships, 7 years of memories, 7 years of my life I'll never get back.
7 years gone.
I should've been sad and I was. It started like any average day did. I got up at the day but instead of my hoodie and leggings, I decided to shower, shave and wear my tight inky dress. With the fabric curving around the arm holes and neckline, the V shaped belt of darkened mesh fabric stopped right above my bellybutton, and was sucking at the skin around my chest uncomfortably.
I had wearing my earrings just as my mom came in to yell about how I had straightened my hair instead of curling. Before I said a word, she reaching for the curler herself from the cupboard top, climbing to reach it with a help of a bed adjacent.
She did the tight swirls, roughly smeared the peachy foundation, sprayed her perfume and ushered me out the bedroom to change herself within a matter of minutes. Since we had only two bedrooms, I walked over the living room and sat awaiting my faith on the leather recliner closest to the domed three panel window.
By 8 am, they were all dressed and we made our way to school.
I was first to step out of the car, catching the attention of everyone in my heavily black sequenced mermaid dress, my friends bringing the loudest holler of approval from where the playground was wedged between a bed of wood chips and gravel. I was obviously overdressed, but I hadn't known. I waddled as best I could over the gravel, the stone scratching at my cold feet when I was enfolded into an embrace.
An hour fast forward, I was in line for the grad entrance from outside our small gym, all 62 of us in pairs. The girl besides me clad in lace blood red, to my disbelief, would grow to become a grade 9 dropout, roaming the streets in shank like lingerie for clothes and vaping some metallic citrus crap. In the moment though, we acted like we had known each other as well as any friend of a friend knew someone.
We got to do the entrance to some old farewell song of the 2000's, the room musty and stale with the scent of over 100 parents crowded in the back and another 100 students seated on the ground before a puny stage; a stage where if you took one step out of place, you would easily fall down and break a bone. Then you could add another 62 students and about 20 staff members to the equation.
Squished on the wooden benches, they began the calling of most smartest, most athletic, most daring, most competitive and so on. I wasn't in any way expecting my name to be called for something as stupid as some university's version of a math test the staff of grade 7 forced us students to do, but I did end up going to stand before everyone with a certificate scoring above 100. 111 to be precise when I read on my report card that night, on a test out of 130.
Again fast forward the crap to when it was time to say or wave our goodbyes one-by-one off stage in the most unbelievable stupid way. Me being last as always, I nearly tripped once while getting on and once before the final step to get off, my hair flick attempt as fucked as the curls which hid my face.
I still remember spotting the people of my grade watching down from second floors windows as I shook the outreached hand of my principal on my way out the gymnasium like everyone else had. Their eyes were hawk-like and I was happy to be gone. It wasn't long before I was walking up the largest staircase of my school to enter the grade 7's dedicated hall, a hallway where three decent sized classrooms and 2 spares rooms with school's primary office were isolated to one corner of the school. I got to the class where we signed off our goodbyes in pen on each other's signing sheets, exchanging no more than a You-sign-for-my-sign in words and some bullshit passed off for a goodbye in writing. We all knew majority of us were going to the same high school down the lane.
I hated that for a fact that it was true. We were only going from one confined hellhole to another, just bigger. Most were part of a flock of show-offs such as that Arman dude hitting on Jessica by the corner wall. Or as Anmol and Manvir hoisted up by the sink counter with their dresses hitched to where their thighs began while being shrouded by their crowd of popular males who mostly owned a cashew nut for a brain.
After a lifetimes worth of pictures later taken by my parents on their portable miniature camera, I rounded my friends and cried some tears. It was emotional, summertime always was but this was hard more than ever. I had happiness of leaving this place but also a terrible sadness that a part of me had died and buried itself in the confined walls of this shabby estate.
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A day late, OOPS.
Friend grad pictures yesterday and oh, what fun they were. Those friends I got are really all I have worth living for; they mean more than the world to me.
This is for those idiots.♥️
Next update next week, SOON.
Update 2023: what a lie. Those people weren't worth it.
~xm_vermanx15~