Chapter 3: Graduation
4 years Later
"Wow I never knew how good it would feel once I graduated college," I thought to myself.
It was my college graduation and I couldn't believe that it was here already. I watched as my classmates after me walk down to get their own diplomas.
I looked around for my best friend Taylor. I finally caught her eye and gave her a huge smile, which she gladly returned. I couldn't help but feel excited as I watched the ceremony end. I had a job at a prep school in New York City, as did Taylor. We already had an apartment in the city and were going to start moving in by the end of the week. Finally the ceremony ended. We all threw our caps into the air and I watched mine fall back to the ground. "It's all over!" I thought to myself excitedly.
By the end of the week Taylor and I had moved into our apartment. We were both very excited to start our new jobs, especially in such a well-known school in New York.
We spent almost everyday of the summer getting ourselves prepared for our classes.
The summer flew by and the next thing we both knew it was the first day of school. I had butterflies in my stomach. I could tell taylor was nervous because of the way she wouldn't stop fidgeting.
"Tay, please stop fidgeting! You're making me even more nervous!" I said laughing.
"Sorry Gabs," Taylor said with a smile. "I'm just nervous."
"I know I am too," I said as the butterflies in my stomach started to fly faster.
We reached the school by taxi. Both of us got out and stood in front of the school that looked nothing like a school. It looked more like a mansion, the way it was covered in ivy and the way that it looked more inviting than a school ever could. You could tell it was old because the bricks on the building looked older than the school itself.
I looked over at Taylor who also couldn't help but stare at the building.
"Wow," I heard Taylor whisper.
I laughed out loud ,"It's nothing like East High is it?"
"No way, its so much more …old," she said. She smiled at me, "Ready Gabs?"
"Ready as I'll ever be," I said, the butterflies flying faster.
We walked into the school's front door and began our search for the principal's office. We continuted our search but found it harder because there weren't any students at the school yet. We looked around to find a teacher to ask.
I saw a young teacher, who looked to be my age, who had brown floppy hair but his back to us. I also noticed that he had what looked to be other teachers with him. I decided to chance it.
"Maybe he knows where to go," I thought to myself.
"Excuse me!" I yelled. I listened to my voice echo off the walls of the hallways. I watched as the brown floppy haired man turn around.