Chapter 2:
I was literally dying of heat exhaustion. My whole class stuffed in our gym while an administrator older than the dinosaurs read off our names one by one.
"Greg Sanders."
My eyes flitted to the front where Greg was receiving his diploma. My mind began to wander; if I had told Greg about how I feel, maybe he would have felt the same way. We could be graduating together and getting ready for college. Maybe we would get a little apartment together and have movie nights and face the world together…
"Marilyn Sorenson."
I carefully made my way up to the front of the stage and took my diploma and shook hands with the right people. Finally, I thought. I never have to see any of these assholes ever again…
This is kind of a filler/fluff chapter. The real stuff will start with the next chapter. Thank you for reading!