Broken

Chapter 30

Graduation Day.

The day every senior dreams of. Well at least hopes that someday they'd meet the requirements to actually do it.

The day seems unreal.

Almost like apart of a scene from my vivid imagination.

Who am I kidding?

This is my worst nightmare.

I mean of course I'm happy that my high school years are over with, but now I have to face life.

And I mean actually tackle this thing we call reality.

I look at the silver band placed around my index finger, the one that Harry got me. It hasn't left that spot since the day I got it. It immediately makes me think back to the day Harry and I separated, for the best of things.

I haven't seen him to this day, rumor has it that he transferred to a school in London; where he now supposedly lives with his mum.

Of course, I'm more than happy for him, but a bigger part of me is upset that he left. I know we both needed to go our separate ways, but not seeing him for the rest of the year; was torture.

I didn't know things would end up quite like this.

I glance down at my red/white cap and gown. A part of me inside feels anxious that today's the day I actually receive my diploma.

I know this will truly be a day I never forget.

All of the seniors (that can graduate), from Holmes Chapel Comprehensive High are ushered outside to the front lawn. There they have white wooden chairs set up for the audience, or better known as the family of the graduates. The students are sat on similar wooden chairs that are placed behind a podium.

"Let's start this graduation now, shall we?", the principal is placed in front of the microphone located at the podium.

It's now or never.

• • •

Once everyone is sat down, and the chatter has been calmed; the nerves finally set in.

And the worst part...

I'm one of the first to go, because of the dumb ass alphabetical order by last name.

In the background of my thoughts I can hear a few people ramble on and on about my class, and stuff like that.

All my mind is focused on, is Harry.

"Danielle you need to move on, I'm sure Harry already has. You have to let go, because now you get to start over; the slate is clean. You need to start this new second chance right, and Harry doesn't have room to be in it", my annoying sub-conscious reminds me.

I catch a glimpse of my parents sat in the far back, since they've never been those courageous parents who sit in the front.

I smile and wave letting them know that I can see them amongst the crowd of people.

"Danielle Anderson".

W-What? Already?!

Man, I must've really zoned out...

I steadily walk from my row, up to the podium to collect my diploma and what not. A smile is placed upon my face, as I try to look as happy and presentable that can possibly be managed.

After I've finished shaking people's hands, and getting my diploma, I unnervingly make my way back to my seat. Before I reach it, I hastily look around; I guess expecting to see Harry cheering me on in the audience.

"Goddamn it Danielle stop thinking about him!", my sub-conscious barges.

• • •

"And this concludes this years class graduation. I now present to you, Holmes Chapel Comprehensive High's senior class of 2013!", my principal excitedly states; which gives us the signal to throw our caps up in the air.

We're all smiling and laughing, in astonishment that this year has already flown by. I catch up with my friends, Katherine and Bethany; to get some last pictures before we leave.

I can't help but to reflect on everything that's happened to me in such a short period of time.

"Danielle we're so proud of you!", my parents run over and engulf me in a warming hug.

"Thanks guys!", I try to speak through the bone-crushing embrace I'm held in.

"Well now you can start moving on to bigger and better things!", my dad smiles.

"I can't wait...", the voice in my head sarcastically scoffs.

"I know, I'm so excited!", I fake, just to reassure my parents that I'm ready to face the challenges life may now bring.

Deep down, I'm scared to death.

I don't know exactly where to take my life from here.

All I do know is one thing.

And that is:

I wish Harry was here with me.