My life seemed to be scheduled for the next 2 weeks up until graduation. It was like god had an all mighty path for me to follow and I did with out any trouble. I wasn't blind or dumb so it was easy for me to see that he was trying to speed up my 'fresh start'. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad yet but all I knew for sure was that I knew nothing of what was coming. Some people have a sixth sense or a hunch of what will happen next in their life or others, it was different for me. I usually have some intuition in what will come about to- no doubt – surprise me but there was nothing. It was scary, not knowing. I was completely unsure of what to do in almost everything.

I always liked big productions, so when graduation day came I was a bit confused when my stomach twisted in to tiny double knots. I thought the breakfast Ang had made me eat was going to come up.

There weren't many people in year 12 maybe 130 or so, but considering each person was in the limelight for about 5 seconds, the queue of pupils seemed to build in size rather than lessen. I was on the verge of a public mental meltdown. My forehead was slick with sweat and hotter that it should be, the gleam of sweat on my hands wasn't a good sign as was the creepy crawly feeling I had going under my fingers. I knew these could be seen as a signal for drug use but I was positive I hadn't done that.

Ms Goldenberg - the dried up pumpkin that was called our principal – finally called my name in a booming voice. I almost jumped out of my shoes and trip over my own feet going up the stairs. I had a sudden case of stage fight as I gripped Ms Goldenberg's hand to shake. I felt detached from me legs. I was sure that Ms Goldenberg's hand was the only thing keeping me upright now so I held on for more than my far share.

I heard a few whispers, and the students who had already received their certificate on the other side of the stage raised the eyebrows when I stood there for a whole 20 seconds just staring at my hand.

In order to keep the processions of students moving and to not look like a complete fool in front of the entire student and parent body I presumed, Ms Goldenberg gave a chuckle and embraced me in a hug, he eyes still a bit as alarmed. I was engulfed in her stomach.

I was being eaten by her stomach! Not the best feeling in the world.

"Haha, oh Isabella we'll miss you so much, you're a model student." She said it like she actually knew how my grades were but the hesitation she had to say my name aloud didn't pass me.

There was quiet laughter from the audience.

I was a little taken aback by the contact of her solid body. I knew the expression of my face; it was a cross between surprise and disgust, fear made its way into my features as well. I wasn't sure why at first, it happened so fast; my mind couldn't keep up.

The comprehension of the fear came almost as fast as it was gone, replaced with horror.

Red hair.

That's all I could focus on outside the side door of the auditorium.

My fear peaked and the climbed again. There was no end to the horror. The wet sheen on my forehead froze, my whole body froze. I wasn't sure what my face looked like now; like carved granite maybe?

Our eyes locked for the tiniest part of a second. They were to hard to decipher.

I could hear my pulse behind my ears. I was pretty sure I would be crying if I was still able to move.

And before I had time to scream or drop to ground in shock all that was there was a boy in a red shirt. He looked nothing like the red haired man I'd thought I'd seen. Relief ran through my veins. But the shock remained plastered on my face. Ms Goldenberg had to pry my arms from around her body.

Angela was motioning me forward with her hand to stand in the line of students who were smiling as parents and relatives took photos.

I stumbled across the stage; still unstable.

The graduation went quickly then. I flashed before my eyes with unnatural speed. I was still standing frozen on the stage when everyone threw their caps in the air.

Angela was charging at me full speed. I had to rearrange my features into what I thought was an acceptable expression.

"We're finished! Oh my gosh, this is so great. Soon we'll start Uni; it's a whole new world."

I stood still, waiting til she was done.

"Hey what happened on stage before? Are you ok?"

"Yeah I just had a…mental blank, that's all. I'm good."

"Ok cool. My mum's waiting in the car out the front. Come on lets get something to eat."

All I could do was nod.

She grabbed my arm and pulled me through the swarms on students and families.

I was scared stiff. No doubt my eyes had played tricks on me, that's all. The police assured me he would never see the outside world again. He was in the most secure prison in the country, it wasn't him, and I was sure.