VIOLET BOOK 03 follows the story tale about Violet Benton, a seventeen year old teenager who lives in a small town named Arrington.
Violet Benton herself, has things weighing on her, but still, she keeps her head high and proceeds ahead.
Jonny Harpe...
In Miss. Lane's Arts classroom, I'm sitting at my desk, playing on my PSP GO, waiting for school to end.
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Then . . . . Diiiiiing!
The bell rings for the last day of high school. And everyone applauds and cheers.
"I'm gonna miss you guys." Eric says.
"We're gonna miss each other." Matt says.
I put my PSP GO in my crossbody bag and slowly walks up to Miss. Lane.
"Violet Benton. One of my brilliant students." Miss. Lane says to me.
"Miss. Lane." I say to her.
She and I exchange small smiles at each other as we hug. And we pulls away from the hug.
"I am so proud of you, Miss. Benton. You've been through so much as a high school student, but you kept being strong. And for that, I am proud of you. Good luck to you." Miss. Lane said to me with a small smile.
I smile a little. "Thank you, Miss. Lane."
Miss. Lane chuckles softly. "You're welcome. Now, go on, mingle with your best friends. I'll see you later on this evening at prom."
I smile and walks away from her. Minutes after, the Benton Gang and the high school students are signing each other's yearbooks.
Cherry and I exchange looks at each other as we approach each other.
"Well, this is it, Violet." Cherry says to me.
"I'm gonna miss you too, Cherry." I say to her.
Cherry and I embrace in a one-arm hug. And we pull away from each other.
"We can still video chat and keep in contact with each other." I said.
"I know. I know. But admit it, Violet, you're gonna miss Somerville High." Cherry said.
"Yeah. I will." I said.
Cherry gently takes my green Somerville yearbook, opens it to a page and signs "I'll Miss You, Violetquinn." in green marker.
I gently take Cherry's yearbook, opens it to a page and signs "Miss You Cherry-poo." in green marker.
Cherry and I exchange looks at each other. And shares our last one-arm hug.
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THAT SAME EVENING AT THE BENTON HOME in the living room, Aaron is wearing a formal suit. He's looking at some picture frames of me as a baby and as a little kid.
