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167 Days Before Graduation

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Becca,

Senior year.

That's all I can think about Becca. That finally after all these years I'm almost there. It feels like I've been in high school forever, however, in reality, it's only been a few short years. I can't wait to escape and go somewhere where I actually want to be. Anyways, we won our soccer game last week and I have a feeling that this year we will make it past states. I know if we don't I've lost my one ticket out of this hellhole.

You always hated it here, ever since I can remember. I always wondered why but now I know. We don't belong here. I don't like who I have become here. I wish I could be as strong as you and just leave, but I can't.

Maybe if you would let me know how you are and what you have been up to it would be easier. Mom says writing you is stupid but I don't think it is Becs. I miss you so much. I will still always be waiting for you. I hope you are well.

Love,

Aiden

167 Days before Graduation

The years are short but the days seem so long. That's how high school felt. Long days but short years. Even eleventh grade seemed like a distant memory. As I walk through the massive doors of the school I feel the heaviness of time weighing down upon me. I wonder if I will have time to do what I want to do or to say what I want to say.

The school looks just the same as last week. Students are scattering and scurrying around to get to class before the final bell. The lockers are still painted a deep blue color. The floors are still as sparkling white as the school uniforms. Saint Paul's Academy was the typical private school.

Children with parents who couldn't care less about them and children that couldn't care less about anyone but themselves. Obviously, there were exceptions, but sadly I wasn't one of them.

The bell had rung and once again I was late—like I was for everything. I decided that there was no point of going to my locker since I was just going to be even later. So, I went up the stairs to my first-period class—A.P Statistics. I opened the door and the class went silent.

"Ah thank you Mr.Parker for gracing us with your presence," Mr.Grimmond sarcastically commented as I took a seat. I just looked at him. He just sighed, and much my to my displeasure opened his mouth once again, "Megan would you mind updating Mr.Parker on what lesson we are on."

"Of course Mr.Grimmond!" Megan smiled as her bright blue eyes widened. Gosh, she made me sick. She was always so eager to please that it got annoying.

"Oh, yea she is." My subconscious mocked as I smiled at the memory. Who knew innocent Megan was like that.

"We are on page 78 and he wants us to do problems fourteen through twenty-eight on our own." She sweetly explained to me. I nodded and started the first problem. I was halfway through problem one when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around. It was Nate, my half-witted best friend.

"Dude you don't even sit behind me," I whispered.

He just smirked. "I don't give a fuck about Grimmond's precious seating chart. He doesn't scare Nathaniel Lansing one bit."