The Life and Lies of Spencer's High Story journey

Graduation Day

Spencer's P.O.V

I lay in bed listening to the same playlist of songs over and over again, unable to get any sleep. Tomorrow. Tomorrow is my last of day of high school for good. All I've got to do is get through graduation and I never have to go back. Our HSC finished last week and Formal was Tuesday. It sounds crazy knowing that after tomorrow I never have to return to the school where I spent 6 long years. I could feel myself slowly drifting into sleep. I took out my earphones and popped my phone on charge. Rested my head on my pillow and drifted off to sleep.
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Next day
*Beep, beep, beep* I reached over to turn my bloody alarm clock off. Today's the day, the day I say goodbye to high school and my year group forever. I sat up and yawned, stretching my arms. Gosh, I never would've thought today would actually happen. I got out of bed, and scrambled around my room searching for my senior uniform before having a quick shower. I pulled my hair into two French braids and tied the necklace my Mum gave me around my neck. As usual, I didn't get time for breakfast. I grabbed my school bag and keys, said goodbye to Mum and jumped in my car and drove to school. Pulling into the school car park for the final time is a weird feeling... a really nice but scary feeling. The bell rang signalling the start of the day, we all had roll call first so we could get our names marked off and have rehearsal for graduation after recess. Me and my best friend Ariana are in the same roll call and every morning we always run at each other and catch each other in a giant hug and today was no different. I love Ariana, she's been with me through everything. "I MISSED YOU" she screamed, trust Ariana to always miss you even if you saw her yesterday. "Ready to graduate and get out of here?" I practically screamed down her ear, I was more excited than I thought. "You bet I am!" She yelled back. We grabbed OUR two seats up the back for the last time and sat eagerly waiting for Mr Glabecki to come and mark the roll. "Good Morning Year 12! Ready to graduate?!" We could just hear from the doorway.  The room filled with cheers and claps. Mr Glabecki started to slowly read through our names, taking his time. I guess he doesn't want to say goodbye to us... Finally as he read out the last name 'Jordan Winsty', we all got up, pushed our chairs in and were about to leave when Sir stopped us. "Class I have a few last words to all of you". We all started to sit back down out of respect to listen to what Mr Glabecki had to say. "I just wanted to say I'm incredibly proud of each and every one of you and how far you've come these past few years. You've matured and changed in such a wonderful way, it's gonna be hard to say goodbye to you lot. You'll go far in life, whether you go to uni or not. You've all got incredible potential to achieve what you want in life. Good luck Year 12!" We all started filing out of the door one by one, saying our goodbyes to Mr Glabecki. He's not only been my roll call teacher but my Ancient History teacher, and I'm honestly going to miss him. Ariana and I were the last to leave the room. "Let's head to rehearsal then?" I asked, Ariana nodded her head. It's going to  be an emotional day.