The Foster Kid (Part 2) (Foster The People Fan Fiction)

The Graduation

Hi again! So I've finally finished the sequel, yeay! It will be a lot better if you read the first part before this because I've brought up some of the scences from the first story. If you read the first story, I'd like to thank you for reading. Enjoy reading the second one, and I hope it doesn't suck. Thanks again!

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It’s been three years now. As I expected, they have changed back to normal. They moved on into their normal lives again, not technically but still. We don’t talk as much anymore, I understand that they are really busy. I went back to my normal life, pushing some of the memories aside and pretended that nothing happened. They didn’t fully keep their promise, but I forgive them. I appreciate them for trying though. I tried to keep my side of the promise, and so far, I’m doing well. I still ask Mark’s question that I promised him, every single day and it has helped a lot. Aside from that, I don’t really care anymore, at least I still have something to remember about them and they have something to remember about me. If they still keep it, but you’ll never know. I don’t want to get my hopes too high, but if I get to see them again, that will be great. Honestly, I really miss them. I’m not sure about them, but I really do miss them.

            I have grown up over these past three years. Life was back to normal, how it used to be. I am now sitting in a chair in the middle of the auditorium with the other students from my grade, listening to the principal talking.  “I’m so proud of you, all of you!” He started, “Look at yourself! You’ve finished your journey in this school; you’re about to step out into the real world. You’re all adults now, you’ve grown into the some of the best kids I know.”

            “WOO!” A group of random students shouted,

            “Oh boys!” He chuckled, “You’re now all wearing graduation gowns and caps, you’ve finished your journey in high school! Can you believe that?”

            “YEA!” All of us cried. I saw some girls getting teary and holding on to each other.

            “I don’t know what else to say, I’m just so proud of this bach!”  We listened to the rest of his boring speech, but I was touched.

            I was next to Ariel, we were sadly quite. We were leaning on each other’s arms. The fact is still sinking in, Ariel and I are going our own separate ways. She just told me a few weeks ago, and so did I. I’m going to London with Andy, he’s starting university and I’ll do nothing. The future plan that Andy and I have planned three years ago is going to commence next week. After a year, I’ll move to Los Angeles if I can, I’m aiming to get a scholarship there. Unfortunately, Ariel is going to New York, half way across the country if I’m ever in Los Angeles. It will be even further if I stayed in London instead. “I’m going to miss you, jerk!” Ariel started, giving me a nudge on the arm,

            “You too, loser. Don’t miss me too much, though!”

            “Bitch please, don’t flatter yourself!” She rolled her eyes and smirked, “But seriously, I can’t believe you’re going!”

            “Me too…” I smiled sadly, “Don’t be arrogant later on!”

            “No I won’t! You too, though!” I playfully scolded and we both intertwined our pinkies together. We then fell into silence again as the principal called our teachers to the stage. I was becoming nervous because the principal is about to announce the names as he hands out our diplomas. I turned my head to see Andy with a formal shirt and a tie. He caught me looking at him, so he smiled proudly back and gave me a thumbs up.