The Boy DownStairs •SetoSorcerer FF• #Sketo

Chapter 19

Date: 8/16/15
Word Count: 2087

Someone begged me, and I already had this written, so why not post it? I CAN FINALLY GET TO MY IDEAS NOW!!!

~Skylar's POV~

Graduation. I had all this planned out. Seto was supposed to be back today, it was supposed to be amazing.

But it's all different now. Nothing will be the same.

Once more I was getting fixed up in graduation gown, Becca doing my hair this time, not my mother. It's weird, how everything's kinda reversed now.

"You ready? Last day of school, for like... Ever." Becca laughed in amazement and I grinned back.

"So, teacher huh?" I chuckled and nodded, cringing as she pulled a chunk of my hair back.

"Yeah, nurse huh? Pretty sure that you can't just amputate something when it's a paper cut." "That was one time!" She argued back and slipped a silver leaf headband on me.

"Done!" She clapped her hands and then sat on the counter. "Your turn!" I turned to her, and she just laughed.

"Ha! Don't lay s finger on me. Skylar-SKYLAR NO! SKYLAR!" I jumped up and tackled her, trying to do something to her hair, but she was laughing and struggling too hard.

"Well, what do we have here?" Both of us stopped our struggling and turned to Mitch and Adam in the door.

"I don't know, but I'm weirdly liking this." "Perv." We both muttered before getting to our feet.

Adam smiled at me and patted my shoulder, before heading back out with Mitch and Becca. I stayed back behind a bit, decided wether or not to grab the picture of Seto.

I met back up with everyone, the picture gripped tightly in my hand.

Becca dropped my hat onto my head, before sticking her tongue out at me.

"Get ready to sit behind a desk again for the rest of your life. You might have finished college, but you kinda have to go back to school... For the rest of your life." I punched her shoulder, while she just went ahead walking.

The traditional graduation music started playing and Becca quickly pulled me in front of her. It was alphabetical order after all.

My hands were getting sweaty so I kept wiping them on my gown.

One by one they called everyone up on stage, got their diploma, then sent them over to sit with everyone else.

Few people said speeches, most did not. By the end, I was so exhausted and relieved that college was finally over.

Granted, it may be another week before we get officially signed out, gotten grades back and are able to be checked out and leave. But at least I won't have to worry about going back home.

Home.

Where do I go now?

I can't live with Becca and her parents, we're adults, we need to buy our own house and things.