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Hey everyone! I don't know if you all saw the post on my message board but my email was hacked so I can no longer get into my tik Tok account. That being said, I made a new account @melovessports8 so please go follow that! If it doesn't come up for you at first there is a profile link on the message board.

I've also commented on all my old accounts videos with my new account so you could always just click one of those comments to get to my new account. Anyways thank you all for your support!

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Jamie POV:

Once we were all seated in our respective chairs in front of the stage, Principal Peter's officially began the ceremony. She talked about how amazing and special this group of graduates was, though I'm pretty sure she says the same thing to every class at graduation. 

As she talked, I glanced down the row of students with last names beginning in 'H' to see Gianna a couple of chairs away from me. When she noticed me looking, she gave me a soft smile. Though the ceremony was boring and the speeches were repetitive, it was still surreal that we were here in this moment, graduating high school. 

When you're younger, high school graduation is a day that seems like it will never actually come. You get so caught up living in the moment that time passes by without you even realizing it. Soon enough, you're asking yourself the same question that everybody else asks themselves on graduation.

Where did all the time go?

After our Principal's speech our valedictorian and salutatorian both gave speeches. Both speeches were themed around the same thing. We've worked hard to get here and now it's time for us to congratulate ourselves for all of our hard work. Now we can look back and cherish all the memories that we made while working towards a bigger and brighter future for ourselves.

The speeches, though cliche, brought tears and sad smiles to most people's faces, including my own. Then it was time for the most important part of the whole ceremony, walking across the stage and getting your diploma.

They started with the earlier letters of the alphabet. By rows we were instructed to stand and walk over towards the side of the stage where we would be announced one by one. I had a bit of time before my row was called to go up so I sat back and watched as my fellow classmates walked the stage and received their diplomas. Nobody walked across that stage without a huge smile on their face.

As they moved on from the 'A' last names and to the 'B's, someone in line looked very familiar. More familiar than they should. One girl standing in line looked like someone that I spent every waking second of soccer season with, until she disappeared back to Italy for months. My smile was now gone and my heart was beating so hard that I could hear it in my ears.

That can't be her can it?

Is she really here?

I will admit that from far away, everyone looks pretty similar with their caps and gowns on. Maybe that girl is just one of my other classmates and not Francesca? However, as she stepped closer and closer to the stairs of the stage, waiting for her name to be called, I knew I wasn't being delusional. It was her.

"Francesca Bertucci." The announcer said casually as she began to walk up the steps to the stage. However, hearing that name was not casual to me at all. In that moment my whole world began to shift all over again just like it had the first time that I met her.

She walked across that stage with confidence and her gorgeous dimpled smile on her face. She looked like the same girl that I had fallen in love with all those months ago but she also looked different. She looked older and more mature as if the things that she had experienced had effected her a great deal mentally and caused her to age. It's almost as if I could see all of the emotional scarring reflected in her persona.