Hold Us

Hold the call

The announcements come on as the principles voice goes over the intercom. 

"It's finally summer in five minutes! Everyone. Go out have fun. Study." She says slowly seeming serious then laughs, "Kidding! Go live your young lives!" 

My throat catches in my stomach as everyone starts asking people to hang out or talk about making out with their other half. I look at the clock waiting for it to turn to three twenty-five. Skipping classes and waiting for time to pass by really took a turn. They said, " Don't waste your young lives, time flies you know." And they were right. For some points in my unexpected life I'd enjoyed having friends over and cookouts with family. I also needed alone time. As we get older we realize.

Life is better alone on things you need in order to achieve. Within these four minutes. I'd leave school for good. I mean I guess college was ahead of me now. But I now could say I had graduated high school.  The bell rings as everyone flees the building. I freeze. I hated to admit it but I'd miss this place. And I don't mean the silly homework and strict teachers. I'd miss the memories.  The ones where I sat near the garbage bin on my first day. Or when Jess my best friend told me, "Mrs. Sarah is the strictest teachers, just to forewarn you." I remember her freckles as she smiled and sat down next to me. She invited her boyfriend to sit over with us. Of course they'd kiss but at least they sat with me. Or the one time I saw all the freshman ask me for help. I specifically remember a freshman, around 5'3 come up to me and he said, 

"Sorry to interrupt you but I don't know where the office is." And I had helped him. 

But the real memory is when I sat in the back of the class as a tall boy sat in front and bullied me for months. The memory of whenever I fell asleep in chemistry he'd take a picture and post it online and laugh to his friends. But also he'd wake me up when it was time to go. And he'd hide my body from the teacher so he wouldn't see me sleeping. I will miss those memories. The school dances were traumatizing. So those memories will forever be crossed out. I heard a teacher once say, "In college there will be parties and dances. Just go with the flow they're always better experiences then these homecoming dances." 

Maybe she was right. But I was finally fleeing from school. The worst thing though wasn't leaving the memories behind. Or loosing my friends. It was seasonal depression. I lost someone I truly loved more than chocolate. Or so I said. The last thing I wanted was to lose someone I looked up to or even wanted to share my life with. He had told me, "You're my other half. My missing rib." And I believed his stupid dimpled smile for every single word...