Commencement

Happiness ebbed and flowed from the open classroom doors. It was a river of old students, happy to be back, because there was nothing anyone could do to put them down. You will never see my classmates that happy to be in school on a Friday night. It’s not that fun when you are forced to be there.

I stand at attention, guarding my door. People moved in and out, reuniting with lost friends, remembering moments and memories and names. One girl walked the halls alone, looking for someone, probably. I felt sorry for her; loneliness is worst when you have to pretend you’re not alone.

Finally, they were called away, put into lines and marched single file to the auditorium. Graduating after putting high school in the back of their minds, and going on to greater things. I look for your face in the procession, to see if you have changed from chasing these greater things.

They call names, taking attendance, and I smile at the strangeness of it all. I wonder how you must feel, after all these months of being a number, to be called by your name. I wonder if it’s like coming home.

You looked good when I saw you from a distance. Healthy enough, still a little bumbling, still sharp. You look good, walking across the stage, picking up your awards. It’s been different without you.

The parade ends, and I jump from my seat. I have assignments to do, posts to guard, instructions to follow, but I throw them away. They are nothing, not now. I have to talk to you.

“Hey!” I cry out, waving and jumping up. I wish I were taller.

“Hey there,” you walk towards me. I hug you, and smile up at you. I am the perfect size for you to hold. I take back my wish. I'm tall enough.

“How are you?” I say, even though I know.

“I’m good, really good. You?”

“I’m alright. It’s so good to see you! How’s university? Oh, congrats on your award!” I’m spluttering, getting as many words out as I can. “It’s so good to see you,” I say again.

You laugh at me, per usual, like you always do when I get too excited. “I’m happy to see you too.”

I open my mouth to say more, but someone crashes into me from behind. “Oh sorry,” I say, looking back to see who it was.

“Hey! I’ve missed you so much!” She hugs me, squeezing my mid-section hard. “Wow, you’re so much taller! And your hair! I can’t believe you cut it!” She grabs my hands and gushes on, her hair bobbing as she talks.

I see you backing away, an amused smile on your face. My heart falls, and I stand, holding hands with the wrong person, listening to the wrong voice.

“I missed you,” you mouth, as you dissolve into the crowd.


Yeah, I missed you too.

Scratch That

Forget it.

Move alonggggggggg...

Nothing to see here...


LOL freak show is taking a break...

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She pressed the buttons, a cold sweat running through her.

Password: ******

Access denied.

Password: ************

Access denied.

Password: ********

Access denied.

She was out of ideas. All she knew was that she had to get in.

Password: ******
Password: ***********
Password: ********

Denied, denied, denied.

"Ah!" she cried, smashing her hands against the keyboard. Calm down, she thought, putting her head down on her desk. Calm the hell down.

She closed her eyes, and the day came back to her.

The image of him walking away with another girl.
The thought of her future being stolen.
The empty ache as she let them hurt her.

She had changed her mind so many times, let them all touch her and break her and burn her, allowed them to allow her to be all alone.

It was cold, but there was no furnace in the fortress she had made for herself. She had done such a good job locking herself up, that she had forgotten which key to use.

Password: th*s *s *v*r
Password: my m*st*k*
Password: *'m s*rry

There was nothing she could do...