I smile and laugh with a friend who was in front of me. We both hug tightly. I knew we might see each other, but it wasn't that good of a chance. I laugh at my tears. "I'm like crying!" I say and laugh, feeling a tear slip down my face. I was very happy I was finished with high school, but what mattered now was what was ahead in front of us. I was scared, but knew I would try hard to get to where I needed to be. The safe place.
I look down at the certificate I was holding, with my printed name on it. It had the date I graduated, and other stuff. We went into a room to party. Almost every girl was crying, counting me, part of the time. We were hugging each other, and it even got a little physical... A boy had thought another boy was 'making fun of him', so he had punched him in the face. Too bad there wasn't any teachers in the room to stop the fight. It had gotten a little bigger each time someone tried to stop it. The worst thing was, nobody had successfully stopped the fight. I wasn't going to try and get involved. I had been standing with friends with an open graduation gown, and my hat tipped to the side. [Which I absolutely loved on anyone!] Until the fight had gotten so bad, I walked away from my friends. "Stop!" I yell, but apparently, I'm invisible to all guys. "Seriously! Quit fighting! They stopped and looked at me. I knew they weren't going to hit a girl, of course not on graduation when they had a chance to 'do' me. I sigh. "What the heck? What did you do to each other? You look like zombies." I say and laugh. I knew it was dangerous to laugh in that situation, because 3/4 of the time it doesn't go well, but it was a nicer day for them, and they laughed as well. I walk away, and it was as if time was wasted, but nothing had ever happened. We walk out and go to our families or friends. I hug them all. We all laugh together as we get in the car. I was happy with my achievement. But I still had to start my education today. I had gotten the job, so now I was at Level ZERO, college wise! If I wanted to become an FBI Behavioral Agent. I was going to study to become a journalist as well in college. Of course, that's way shorter, but I needed to study different things to work up to my main working. An Agent in the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. It's short for B.A.U. I wanted this more than anything.
