"Where should we begin?" Chapter. 1

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New story! This might be hard to understand.....but i hope you enjoy it!

Word count: 1012

Ever since i was born, my parents had big dreams for me. But nobody could have expected this. Not even them....


"Class of 2069! Where should i begin? Graduating from college is a big thing. But being the smartest person to ever graduate Harvard? This is something nobody here will forget. So, give it up for Zyra Braytion!!!"

My fingers sweat as i take the microphone. I look at all the people who came here for me today. I've come a long way. Growing up in the projects, to being accepted to one of the best colleges in the world.
The crowd silenced up as I walk to the middle of the stage.

"Hello, my name is Zyra. Most of you back home know me as Zy. Being one out of the 1000 black girls that are class of 2069, is huge. Harvard gave me a huge opportunity to become something more than a little black girl in the hood. Being told that i couldn't do anything but work at a McDonald's one day, was hard. But look, i made it. And so can so many others. So here's to us, our young generation. To create and save what has been lost. And good luck Class Of 2069!!!!!"

The crowd hung on to every word. Everyone got up and clapped.

Then, everything stopped for me. Its like i was stuck in time.
So many noises, so many people.

Did i mention i have anxiety?

My friends helped me back to my seat, that was shown off to literally everyone.

The crowd gasped as i sat back down.
My guess was someone like Beyonce.
Turns out i was wrong.
The figure walked onto the stage.

Lights flashed against me, making it hard to see who had walked out.

Then, i heard this unfamiliar voice.

The lights stopped, then i see this white man, about 6,2 , look dead at me.

It took a few seconds of confusion, but then i realized who it was.

Fucking Shawn Mendes.

Who is like 90 years old!?!

How? He looks like he's in his 20s.......

Also, why him? It couldn't have been like Michael b Jordan, or The Weekend?

At least someone black would have done the trick.

Actually, it could have been Sebastian Stan, and i would have been the happiest girl in the world.

But i put on my pretty little smile as he walked up to me, starstrucked.

"Greetings, miss Braytion! You look gorgeous!"

He stuck out his hand and took my hand to his.

"Uh hi.... You're the person i least expected here. Sorry if i seem un excited!"

It's because i am un excited.....

How is this mother fucker still alive?

"No worries......hey are you okay? You seem uncomfortable...."

 

Maybe its witchcraft!!!!

"Oh yeah i have anxiety, so this is kinda big for me...."
I whisper.

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