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Narnia still doesn't appear here it might appear in the next chapter.
I woke up early next day. I was so thankful that I didn't cry myself to sleep last night. Still, I wondered about what caused the roar in the song. I listened to it this morning, but I didn't hear it. Maybe it was just my imagination. School that day wasn't awfully bad like the other days since it was only a practice for graduation. It didn't really matter that much.
"Morgan, Christan," the teacher said. My friend gave me a slight bump with her elbow.
"It looks like it's him again," she said.
I blushed profusely. "I don't really know."
For the next few days, it was the same. The same things to practice, the same clapping, and the same time we sit down and stand up altogether. And of course, the same time my classmates all looked at me when Christan was called up on stage. That was the only time I feel awake.
Graduation was one thing I didn't want to miss in my life. I always knew that. There is nothing bad about it. I knew that I was going to graduate because I didn't have any problem with academics and my grades. I was an honor student. Was. That changed a lot this year. I don't know what happened. Maybe having a social life was a bad idea after all.
It wasn't long until graduation came. The faces I saw were the faces of my classmates where every almost every emotion was embedded in their hearts. We became a very strong, united class and even I, unbelievingly didn't want to graduate because I don't want to let them go. They were the people I really loved, in a friendly way. I loved this year. I don't know why it has to end so fast.
We marched down the aisle of the gymnasium-turned-auditorium. And for the first time in a week, I smiled like I just had won a Grammy. Not long enough, it was my turn to go up the stage.
"Curdy, Kristen Alicia," my adviser called out.
"This is it," I said as I went up the stage to receive my diploma.
"Congratulations," the principal said to me.
"Thank you sir," I replied.
I walked to the part of the stage where a masking tape was taped to the ground so we all bowed at the same place. I carefully bowed, trying to keep my graduation cap in place.
As I got to my seat, I opened the red case containing my diploma. I saw the paper. It was my diploma. I smiled.
"Finally."
"Morgan, Christan," the teacher said. My friend gave me a slight bump with her elbow.
"It looks like it's him again," she said.
I blushed profusely. "I don't really know."
At last the ceremony was finished sooner than I expected it would be. Maybe it was the practices. I might just have gotten used to it, the calling of 458 students' names and going up the stage and doing the same routine of saying thank you and bowing properly.
When I got out of the gymnasium after several forced pictures because my mom wanted a decent picture of me, it was crowded. I can't even find my classmates with these people. I don't like being with a lot of people near me. You can call it slightly claustrophobic. But don't worry, I found them. They were just a few feet from the stairs. For the first time, I felt like a celebrity. People were taking pictures here and there and I don't know where to look anymore because of all the flashed from the different cameras. I smiled. I didn't want to look bad in pictures, no, not at all.
After a hoard of shots from the parents, and some goodbyes, I saw my friend Joe. He was a good guy. I just don't really know now. It's different now. Something happened before between us two. No, we weren't boyfriend-girlfriend. It was just something simpler than that. He just used to like me.
"Congratulations," he said.
"Thanks bro. Congrats, too."
"I know you like Christan. You do know he's over there?" he kind of said than asked.
I looked over at where his eyesight was directing me, and I saw Christan with his brothers. They were taking pictures with their expensive cameras.
"I'm not blind," I said.
"I know. It was a rhetorical question. It's not supposed to be answered," he said.
"It sometimes can be answered, actually. Especially if the question was only 'you do know he's over there.'"
"C'mon. I'll take you there. I'll introduce you," he pulled me going to the spot.
I shook my arm out of his hand and he let go.
"Introduce me? No way, you jerk. That wouldn't really go anywhere," I told him straight in the eye. I just know it would be wrong if he "introduced" me.
"Just go with me," he demanded.
I did. I didn't know why, but I followed him.
Joe got Christan's arm and said, "Christan meet Kris-"
It was cut off. The "introducing" was cut off.
"Yuck," Christan blurted out just as if I wasn't there in front of him.
I just walked away like nothing happened. Joe followed.
"I told you it will go nowhere," I laughed fakely.
"Whatever," he said.
I saw my parents signaling me to go with them.
"I need to go already," I told Joe.
"Okay, bye," he said.
"Bye."
"And for next school year I won't be teasing anyone because I'll be transferring schools, and I won't be here anymore," he laughed.
"Okay, whatever," I told him. "Bye," I said as I waved at him.
"Bye."
I got into the car, and my family and I ate lunch in this hotel which served nothing in their buffet but dessert.
That night, I thought about what happened that morning when Joe tried to introduce me to Christan. "I told you it would get nowhere," I whispered to myself. Soon after thinking about it, I realized it. He was still not over that shit I did 19 months ago. I was heartbroken. And again, I cried myself to sleep.
That night I had a dream. Once again, I heard the roar of a lion.
Is it okay? Or did I say too much about the lion's roar? Or I did not focus on the main point? (If there was really a main point.)
Spoiler: The dream is about Narnia, but I think that was already predictable enough.
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