Truly, Madly, Deeply (H.S.)

Truly Madly Deeply

My Graduation

I did it. I finally did something.

I close my laptop and set it down, waiting for the call.

The email said that I would be called within 36 hours of completing my final and turning in my college application.

So anytime between now and a day and a half from now.

Ugh. That seems like so long.

I just wanted to be officially graduated. All my friends, well, not all, but the few friends I have will be graduating next weekend. At a real high school. Since I chose online schooling, I would simply be getting a call saying I completed everything, and then later in the mail my high school diploma and all that good stuff.

I oped my laptop again, type in the password and return to the school site. I log in and check my GPA.

3.999

So close to a 4.0. I was so close.

You know that feeling in a dream where you reach for something and for whatever reason it slides away even though you know that you should be able to reach it?

That's how I feel. Like the 4.0 is in my reach but for whatever reason I just cannot grasp it.

I worked my butt off for a 4.0 and still didn't do good enough. It's just so upsetting. Why couldn't they have rounded up?

I reach for my phone and headphones. I guess I'll go be social or something like that.

My two best friends, Macie and Jenna, as well as my boyfriend, Brandon, are meeting up with me at 3:45pm at our local coffee shop.

I don't like coffee, but I go because they have some pretty fabulous muffins.

Personally, I'm a tea drinker.

Brandon is a year older than me, and is graduating this year also. Same with Macie. Jenna is a junior. I guess what I should say is that I should be in the same class as Jenna, but online schooling helped me pass ahead of my peers. So I basically skipped a grade.

Since it's only 3:15, I figure I can walk. Save a little gas money. Plus the exercise is good.

I slip on my navy blue sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, as well as my black vans. I flick some mascara on before laughing at my stupidity of trying to look good and leaving my room. House. Whatever.

I live in a strange place. I moved out on January 1st, since that's my birthday, into a little apartment like place.

I work for the owners, so I do their yard work and they let me stay there for cheap. Then I work at the coffee shop on weekends. Sometimes I'll go help out people here and there, and sometimes they pay me, but all these are my side jobs. My main job is working at the animal shelter. The pay isn't great, but I've adopted two cats and one dog, saving their lives. I've also convinced my family and friends to get pets so that they can save lives too.

Online schooling has allowed me to do do much more in one day, since I can now work at the best time for me. This means I can pick up random shifts here and there and still complete all my schoolwork.

The coffee shop comes into my vision after about thirty minutes of walking.

I'm going to be just a tad bit late but oh well.

I only see Brandon sitting at our usual booth as I enter. I plop down across from him, scanning the shop.

"Hey," he says.