Voices

(7:56 pm)

Joan had chills crawling up her legs and arms. She had seen an illusion or maybe it was somebody she had mistaken for someone else. She put her mind in that mode and then fallowed her brother with a pad of paper and pen in her back pocket. Adam promised it would only be ten minutes tops. He had really come out of his shell these last few years Joan noticed. She hadn't been in this shed for 3 years. It was covered with unfinished art and art in almost done mode. Joan has missed the shed; it was a place where Adam and her talked. Before (before) she had closed the world off. Tears ran down her cheeks and confusion took over. Adam turned around and said, "Joan, See what you have made me do?" Joan looked around and nodded. She was trying to write something on the paper but he stopped her. "I understand sign language now." Tears poured all over and she felt like someone was throwing her a lifeline in her endless black hole.
Adam signed very slowly. This showed he was new to this. P--leas---e sto---p cryin---g Jane--! Joan looked into his eyes and signed, I'm sorry Adam. I just can't seem to stop. I understand you by the way. Adam took a few moments to put the works tougher and then smiled. It made Joan scared that even after this someone had found away into her world and was trying to get to her. Joan signed, we need to leave for the graduation and then the dance is after words, Luke and Grace are going to kill us.

Joan didn't give Adam the time to figure it out. She grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the shed towards the car. Luke was glaring, "Ten Minutes Adam! You promised!" Joan ignored her brother, Luke got into the car, Grace next to him. Iris on one of the sides now glad to be out of the middle. Adam slid in next; Joan looked over her shoulder and saw the person again. She had a choice either go up to it or get in the car.
"Joan get in this car now!" Grace hollered. Joan nodded and didn't think of anything about sitting next to Adam. Grace and Luke were in a deep debate over the next Olympics and Adam was talking to Iris because Joan leaned against the window and blocked herself from everyone. The arrived at the school, Joan was first one out heading towards the gym. Everyone followed with deepened regret that she hadn't opened up but Adam felt his Jane would come back. It was more of a gut feeling then anything.

(8:15)
After the opening ceremonies, Mrs. Girardi stood and talked about the art department and the students she got to meet over the years. It was a nice presentation and then she said, "One of the students wrote the student paper but wanted to remain silent. All the teachers agreed that one student would read it out loud. As you all know we had a closing class ceremony with papers and speeches by student yesterday. We felt this one was good to be saved for today." Jan felt proud next to her brother and smiled at him. He had grown taller then her over the past years and was the great thing ever to believe in her. She looked down at Adam and smiled inwardly. Little did he know this paper was written for him? It had been written with her whole heart. It opened like a typical speech but got more complex in the middle lines and closed almost in silence.

Then she looked up at the crowd and saw him staring at her. The cute boy god that she knew didn't exist now. He was sitting behind Mr. Girardi and Kevin. Kevin was talking to him too. She nearly fainted, jabbing Luke in the leg to look. He did and nodded, "That the boy you danced with back in freshman year." Joan nodded and looked up her brother almost begging for him to hold her up.

Mrs. Girardi looked at her daughter and said, "The speech will be please read by Adam Rove." Adam looked at Mrs. Girardi confusion showed all over his face but he nodded and came down from his row and walked up to the podium. He looked at the speech and then at Mrs. Girardi. "I can't just read this with looking at it before!" Adam whispered to Mrs. Girardi. Helen smiled at her favorite art student and said, "The student who wrote it had full confidence in you and wants you to do this for them." Adam weakly nodded. He looked at the gazing adults in the audience and gulped. This was pushing his courage over the edge and he felt like this was the right thing to do for the student who wrote this.

For the class of 2005

Welcome everyone to this year's graduation. High school has been incredible times in everyone's life I know this as I watched from a far. At times, it has been like being in a different world. It is almost as if we were water skiers, a variety of beginners excelling in certain areas that others don't. Some of us have spent most of our high school careers swimming and not being able to get up on skis, others have enjoyed spending time just skiing in circles, and a few have found themselves not trying, staying on the dock that says life on it. To graduate from this skiing school we have to find out what were good at for some its studies, others clubs and some still don't know. We all do have voices. Voices come in many ways. Some can speck and use their voices in debates. Some can write beautiful poems and stories. Others just stay out of the spot light and use art as their words, some use motions and photos. I myself use paper and my hands. (Adam realized at that moment that had written this. He turned around quickly to see his Jane scared and happy at the same time.)

 Voices are more important then anything anyone can image. After this day we will all go our separate ways and we will never be a grade ever again. The friendships we made here and now will last a lifetime. My mom still keeps in touch with her girlfriends. My father still does what he believes is write because a teacher taught him wonderful lessons. I know that what I might be saying is crazy. My point is every person we meet and touch there life affects everything we do in a lifetime. We may not know it but we could be saving their life. A person once told me in my freshman year. They said, "Life is scary and every feels it one way or another."

As we leave all we know and go to different places just remember you got family and friends who love you to death and the class of 2005 will always have a voice no matter what you do.

End of Speech

(I know its short but it was short and sweet)

Adam flipped the page over but it was blank he smirked and said, "That's it!" Everyone in the room clapped. Joan grinned as they talked about the speech. She knew she wasn't very good writer but this was one of her better writings. She got her diploma and walked off the stage knowing that after this one summer she would be done. Her mother signed, that was really good Joan. You should be really proud! Joan smiled and looked at her hands. They were her way of communication; they were a gift for her to use to contact the outside world. The room was getting to stuffy for her liking and she went outside to get some fresh air and then go back to talk to Adam and her mom and brothers.

It was a cool night and she hadn't brought a jacket. She felt stupid for not. As she looked up from her hands while sitting on the bench a jacket was thrown in front of her face. She looked up and saw...

Ha I got a cliff. I promise to write more before I go out of town.

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