So the wait wasn't TOO long, I hope. The computer broke for a little while, but now I'm ba-ack!
I don't own HoA.
Graduation.
It was beautiful, with gold and blue sparkly banners hanging everywhere. Everyone was draped in big white gowns, which was wierd because they spacifically told us to wear fancy clothes. The only exception was the blue cloth draped over Fabian's shoulders. That's right- he's the Validictorian.
Family after family was crowded in the transformed gym. A few unexpected guests were even there- my parents, Mara's mom, Nina's grandmother, Jerome's dad and sister. The other parents were there, too, but they weren't exactly unexpected.
Everyone was talking, including the Anubis house members.
"This is our last day together!" cried Amber, her eyes tearing up a little. "I'm going to miss you guys!"
"To think, this is our last hurrah ever," Fabian said, his voice tainted with saddness.
"Fabian, nobody says 'hurrah' anymore," Jerome replied, shaking his head with a mock It's sad look.
"And that's the last 'Nobody Says' of the year- I hope," Fabian shot Jerome a pointed glare, making me smile.
"Oh, c'mon guys- no more high school classes! Hopefully no more mysteries! We can all have happy, normal lives," Alphie said, smiling broudly at the possibilities. Leave it to him to be the optomist, Mr. Afraid of Aliens. But he seemed to be cheering up Amber.
"Girls will always be a mystery, Alphie," Mick said seriously. Oh, right- they weren't in on anything. I guess just leave it to them to find another meaning.
"We'll keep in contact over the summer," I promised quickly.
"Yeah, you can't go from living together to not talking to each other," Mara reasoned.
"And our kids'll go here. Swear to it!" Amber said, her voice rising.
"Okay, okay, I swear." I answered hastily, and then we went around the group, one by one, as each person sweared to bring their kids to Anubis.
"Just not too young," Mara said. "I'd say at least seven?"
"Agreed," I declared, putting my hand in Jerome's, but nobody noticed our entertwined hands. Our kids would never be abandoned.
That's when the ceremony started. All the students scrambled to their place in line, each sorted alphabetically by their last name. Jerome was in the front, and I was in the back, next to Christina Yellerman, who was a prissy kind of girl.
Christina was looking at me like, This is all I have to work with?
"This is going to be so sad, leaving, isn't it? I mea-"
"Christina, you seem like you really want to have a conversation, but don't talk to me."
Lucky for me, she shut up and the graduation started. Mr. Sweet stood before the huge crowd, and began to make a long, boring speech about "making new friends, yet keeping the old." He droaned on and on and , basically, I zoned out until the names started to be called.
"Tina Abernathy," Mr. Sweet announced, and the crowd clapped while Tina, beaming, went up and got her diploma.
Things passed by in a daze. But I remember saying, "And now, I present to you the 2012 graduating class!"
We all cheered and threw our saggy white caps in the air.
"It's party time!" Alphie burst into the common room back at the house, wearing a bear costume.
Everyone laughed as he roared, got on the floor, and started to do a really bad version of the Worm. He was bouncing everywhere, and trying to be viciouse, which was a bad sell.
The bear was actually cute, with soft brown fur, big blue eyes, and a smile that stretched across the mask.
Anubis usually had the biggest turn-out for parties. Between Amber, who was Miss Most Populare Girl in School, Mick, who had enough teammates for all of us combined, Mara's Nerd Herd, and the rest of our friends, we always managed to cram in more than enough people to make a party successful.
Today I was Social Patricia, a side of me that even I rarely saw.
I mingled. I talked with everyone- perky cheerleaders who were interested in my hair color, nerds that were surprised that anyone else besides Mara talked to them, and emos. No, not Goths, emos- there's a huge difference, mostly because Goths are intimidating people that like dark colors while emos are people that are more... depressed, I suppose.
Anyway, when I finally transformed back into my normal self, I was pulled onto the staircase.
"Having fun, Goth Pixie?"
"Now I am, Goldilocks." I whispered, since we were so close.
A slow song replaced the fast pop beat, and I felt his arm circling my waist. Before I knew it, we were dancing, like one of those "romantic" couples.
"I love you," he whispered in my ear, making it tingle.
"I love you, too," I said back, not breaking our constant sway. And all was right with the world.
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Next chapter: Wedding scene. After that: Epilouge. This is almost over. :(
~RosePedal51