Title: It's a Big Girl World
Author: MissMouseMD
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing.
A/N: Hope you like!
Hope
(Age Eighteen)
She's finished.
With school.
With her mother.
Just finished.
She can't wait to escape to a world where no one knows her.
Where no one will judge her by her bad reputation.
Everybody's surprised.
It's written all over their faces.
They're surprised that Meredith Grey, Train Wreck Extraordinaire, managed to graduate.
Truth be told, she's a little surprised too.
…
It's almost graduation.
She's nervous.
And excited.
And dreading it, a little bit.
It symbolizes the end of her childhood.
But not the end of innocence.
No, she lost her innocence a long time ago.
…
She hopes he comes.
Deep down, she knows he won't.
But she can still hope.
He's never come before.
All her school performances, and soccer games, and dance recitals.
He never went.
But high school graduation is a big deal.
Everybody's parents go.
Even the ones who are in the middle of a nasty divorce and have to sit as far away from each other as possible.
Everybody's parents, except hers.
She doesn't know if her mother will go.
She told her, the other day.
But she knows her mother doesn't have time for her.
She's just hoping, again.
…
Only two more hours.
Everybody else's parents got them graduation presents.
Hers didn't.
She tries not to let it bother her.
…
She wonders if he even knows she's graduating.
If he cares.
All she can do is hope.
…
She's getting in her car.
Her mother's still at work.
She's beginning to realize.
That she'll be the only one who no one takes pictures of.
The only one without proud parents and jealous siblings.
She'll be alone.
…
She's standing in line.
Wearing her cap and gown.
And hoping against hope that they'll show up.
…
She walks across the stage.
And somehow, she knows.
They didn't come.
She takes her diploma.
Shakes the principal's hand.
And a single tear winds its way down her cheek.
They didn't come.
…
That night, there's a party.
She goes, for old times' sake.
One last high school party.
It won't be the last time she wakes up with no memory of the night before.
It won't be the last drunk hook-up.
And it definitely won't be the last time she tries to cure her loneliness with alcohol.
…
She's filled with an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness.
Screw hope.
It only leads to disappointment.
A/N: Again, I hope you liked it, and please review! Thanks!