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{168} High School Graduation (Now What?)

High school.

Where everyone is judged for their appearance, who they're friends with, what they do outside of school - pretty much anything and everything. Some people change, some for the better, and others change for the worst.

Unless you're Malcolm McLoughlin, and didn't give two fucks about what people thought or said. Even though he had become pretty popular and well known throughout the last few years he still didn't give a fuck about any of it.

That's right, Malcom got to high school, smoked his weed, completed some of his assignments, sat for hours on end in a damn classroom bullshitting his way through his classed just so  'I can get my goddamn diploma and peace the fuck out', he'd say.

And in all honestly as he glanced around him, looking over every one of his classmates of the last four years, all dressed in the exact same cap and gown he was wearing over fancy clothing and ready so say their final goodbyes and amens, he felt relieved, of course. And though he didn't expect to feel this way, just seeing everyone for probably the last time made him feel a bit sad.

He was shook.

And somewhere in the stadium rushed in Florrie, Padraig and Jack, late as usual.

"Dad," Jack began, in awe of all the bright lights and people in the stadium, listening as the principal began calling each graduate's name, "I'm happy Malcolm graduated."

"Me, too." The man replied whole heartedly. clapping along with the rest of the crowd as students' names continued to be called.

Jack sighed, opening his iPhone camera and making sure his eyelashes were still in place and his highlight was still poppin'.

He batted his eyelashes, "You like my makeup, mommy?" Jack asked the woman next to him. She nodded,

"Yeah, I'm kind of jealous, honestly." She chuckled as she leaned over and kissed the tip of the small boy's nose, "You look so pretty, ladybug!"

"Can I actually have a beer after this with you guys?"

"Maybe."

Jack giggled, and turned his attention back to the ceremony. Around 10 more minutes had passed before the principal called Malcolm McLouglin's name, and the 18-year-old stood from his seat and walked across the stage to get his diploma and shake the hands of the principal, teachers, and various school board directors.

He took a deep breath and wiped the sweat off his forehead hearing a faint

"Hell yeah! Eat that pussy, queen! That's my girrrrrrrl!" from somewhere in the crowd, laughing as he recognized it to be none other than his baby brother's obnoxious voice.

"Congratulations, McLoughlin.", the principal grinned, staring into his eyes, "You've graduated high school... Now what?"