"Miyamoto, Miyuki."
Shakily inhaling, the girl got up from her seat after her friend and walked down the gray aisle of the auditorium to the stage to receive what she earned.
On outside appearance, she didn't look a bit nervous, but on the inside, her nervous system was out of place.
As she heard cheers of excitement coming from her parents and older brother, she chuckled a bit, which eased her anxiety.
She looked beautiful.
Her chestnut hair was slightly curly and reached to her lower back. Her goldish hazel eyes shined beneath the lights.
Her makeup--applied by her mother--was well-done. She had on pink lipstick, black mascara, black eyeliner, light blush that mixed with her skin.
Her gray cap and white gown trailed in the light wind along with her as well as her white bodycon dress that showed her tannish shoulders.
Walking up the steps to the stage with her white pumps making 'klak' noise, she smiled genuinely at the elderly principal who held her diploma out to her.
"Congratulations, Miyamoto. Tell your mother I said, "I appreciate the ceremony and can she do this for more students?" I wish you luck."
She nodded as she grasped her diploma and slightly bowed, "Thank you, sir, and yes, I'll ask her."
With that being said, she walked to the same place her friend went to take his picture and oddly enough, he didn't go back to his seat once his picture was taken.
Approaching the area, he pulled her by her right hand with his left and pulled her into a side hug, planting a kiss on her right cheek.
The camera flashed and her cheeks turned scarlt read as her eyes widened, looking at her friend.
The cameraman chuckled at the two, "Ah, young love..." he mumbled.
Blushing more, the...now young woman was pulled by her friend back to their seats.
"You go, future son-in-law!" her mother yelled to the two.
"Miko! Stop saying nonsense!" shouted her father, trying to calm her fangirling down as her brother glared at the young man.
That's the Miyamoto's for you.
Dancing in twirling circles, the red haired young man held the chestnut young woman with care.
After a few minutes of being nervous, she looked up to her dancing partner, she blushed at how mesmerizing his eyes were.
He, too, was mesmerized, but by her whole being, her aura, her mind--even if he didn't know what she was thinking, her beauty...and her soul.
"Hey...are you happy?"
She was confused, but answered anyway, "Of course I'm happy. I'm always happy when I'm near you-"
It was too late. She couldn't stop the words until sshe finished them. Blushing, she looked away.
The young man, one of her childhood sweethearts, stopped dancing and her royal blue strapless dress as well as his white tailcoat stopped flowing.
Gently caressing her chin with his right hand, he turned her face back to him and slowly, but surely placed his lips on hers.
Fireworks exploded in her body and kiss...or it felt like it. At first, she was hesitant because there were other students around them, but she soon calmed down since each partner was focused on the other.
It was prom, after all.
Softly pulling away, the two stared into each others eyes until they heard shouting.
"The ship has sailed! The ship has sailed, people! RinMiyu is real!" shouted one of the girl's best friends.
"You have it, big brother! You have my blessings to marry my new soon to be sister-in-law!" shouted the other best friend and his sister.
Her brother looked back down at the girl, "Well...if you say yes-"
The girl pulled away from her childhood sweetheart as her eyes widened at his sudden statement.
Cupping her hands over her lips, tears slid down her cheeks, slightly ruining her makeup.
"If you're not serious, then leave me be! You broke my heart one time...and I refuse to let you do it again!"
After her outburst, she pushed pass some people. Two of them were a olive brown haired male and a ravenette male, her childhood sweethearts as well.
The girl ran out the gymnasium, not to her home, but elsewhere. This was no happily ever after.
Cinderella didn't want to lose her glass slipper again...for she couldn't stand the heartache afterwards.
As the girl walked out of the auditorium before her friends, she turned around to see the friendly reunion.
A certain blond cried his eyes out as the bluenette beside him tried to pry him off of the ravenette whilst the olive brown haired male tried to calm the crying blond.
Her two best female friends joined the blond in crying...despite the fact one od her bes friend--the light blue haired female--graduated, too.
Smiling at the scene, she carved this memory in the back of her mind to remember how much she had in her last year in high school.
"I'm sorry...but this is goodbye. Thank you, all of you," she whispered to herself and left out the school's entrance/exit gates...
Going unnoticed, like in her first two years of middle school.
(Mysterious, I know. If you go to my profile, you'll see about the stories listed below and my situation. Thanks for reading!)