Finding myself

where to start

All great stories have to start somewhere. That somewhere starts here on the hottest day in May. While the sky is a clear blue its lacking clouds. The little saviors I kept praying that would appear and hide the sun. In this moment the sun was shining down in my eyes and ruining my view of the stage that I was about to walk upon. Here I was on the football field of Darren High School dressed in cap and gown waiting for my name to be called. I would officially be away from the worst place of my entire life in less than 20 minutes. I usually had a bright input on life but the scorching sun was killing my mood while half of the senior class had gotten their diploma I was here at the very end of the line because I was born with the dumbest last name of all time. Ziegler, where do you even come up with that as a last name idea. I was always the last of alphabetical orders. Normally I could deal with it I was a pretty chill person but not today. I had a mix of anxiety and happiness to know that I just needed to cross that stage and then I would be off fufilling some of my life dreams. Finally the principal calls my name, "Kara Ziegler." I practically hop up the stairs shake her hand and contain myself from running off the stage to my friends.

I find my friends after graduation talking by the band section of the stadium talking about senior trips. Lauren and Katie are going to cacun, Mexico one of the most typical senior trips out there and Lindsey is spending a week in europe with her dad. Then there was me and Dylan, he was my best friend and had been since we were five . That's when our parents became close friends. We were taking a road trip out to california. I wanted with all of my heart to move away to cali but I figured this trip was a good enough start to see if I liked it maybe even check out housing. Dylan got into a college in cali so that was a stop we had to make on our way.

I knew I had to think about the future and colleges. I needed to be smart and have good grades to have a good job when I get older. I decided I would just rather not grow up. you see I talked my parents into giving me a year off from school. I didn't have to go to college but I had to promise to consider a few for the next year. My parents want me to become a Doctor just like the rest of my family. I had good enough grades to get into one of those fancy smart people colleges but heres the thing. I Hate Doctors. I hate hospitals. I dont want to be stuck doing that all my life because honestly the money doesnt really matter to me. So after my trip i'm going to convience my parents to let me move there for the year and stay with Dylan.

I realize all my friends are saying goodbyes so I follow Dylan to his car and we go home . we live down the street from each other another contributing factor to our friendship being as string as it is. He was always so close if I ever needed him.

Later that night after packing everything and double checking and triple checking that I had all needed items. I finally fall into sleep I let it absorb me and I am comfortbly dreaming.