Everything Is Difficult

Chapter Two

"Now a speech from our graduating valedictorian, Trina Hemmings!" "Well, hey everyone. Now that I'm an 17 year old graduate I wanted to say a few things. First of all screw you all. I hated my experience at school. Just kidding, I got you goin for a second didn't I?" I smiled, having the audience erupt in giggles. "As high school went on I realised one thing. True friends help you and build you up, they stick by you and help you succeed." I look at the four shits in the crowd. "And being up here, giving my valedictorian speech to my four best mates I can't help but think that being here, having gone through piles of homework, stress and tears. It was worth it. Now, I can graduate with my friends and continue my life. Nothing holds us back now. The parents and teachers did their parts in helping us, guiding us. Now, it our turn to fulfil our end of the deal.."

I smile and take my cap off and threw it in the air along with everyone else. Michael came over to me and picked me up along with Ashton, Calum and Luke. We got closer over the years. I'm excited to say on my 18th birthday I'm getting my prescription of testosterone. Only 3 more weeks! "Ready to go?" "Sure." We drive in my 65' Chevy impala to a burger shack. As we sit down with our food I began eating my burger. "Woah, Trina. Might wanna cut back on the meat love. You're getting a bit chunky." Said Luke, stuffing ranch covered fries into his mouth. I sigh heavily. "It's muscle Luke.. muscle. I'm not chunky, I'm bulky... I work out and I've got guns now bruh." I show off Ma guns. "Why would a girl want that? Wouldn't she rather have a small petite figure? I mean, we were all surprised about how heavy you were compared to freshman year. Except Michael of course." Said Calum with a shrug, chugging down a fourth of his milkshake. I threw my fries on my tray and stand up. "I lost my appetite. Bye." I walk out of the burger shack with Michael running after me. "Trev! I-" " I can't Mikey i just fricking Can't! I don't-" I punch a window. "Understand!" I kick a dumpster near by. "Why I get shit!" I scream at him with tears threatening to spill. I fall to my knees an let out a sob. "Hey.... hey... shh, it's okay.. Trevor, it's okay..." Michael said, barely above a whisper. Just three more weeks and it'll all be over.