The Last Teardrop

Drop One

This black gown really irritates me a lot, the fucking ceremony isn't starting yet. The crowds are annoying. Hell, they don't even know when and how to shut their fucking mouths up.

They were talking and laughing to the person at their sides, front and back. Jeez. It's pretty obvious that they were so excited to the happenings around them while telling to one another the most awaited events of their lives that I think will going to start after a decade.

Very dramatic. Fuckers.

It's been 30 minutes ago but seems like an hour and so for me since I arrived here in a massive crowded stadium with my mum and my sister and it feels so long enough to wait.

Both of them were so excited for me, and how I wish they could walk for me on the stage for the sake of her son and her younger brother 'cause I really don't want to walk at all. It makes me think of myself like an idiot.

"Edwards, Ashton."

That's my name I guess. After waiting a long damn hour, my name has been called. I wanted to end this shit, really. The longer I need to wait, the eagerness I want to disappear from this event.

I stood up on my feet and walks up to the stage without any excitement on my damn face.

I stretch out my hand to get the fucking piece of shit with a red ribbon around it.

I forcefully shook a hand of some professors that I knew then and a man who I guess the chancellor of the Uni. They congratulates me with a smile but I look away. "seriously?" I mumbled and rolled my eyes.

I walk as fast as I can across the end of the stage and trying to avoid any glance at the audience even to where my mum and my sister at.

I don't want to show everyone that I'm so proud of myself like "hey all of you! look at me, I graduated! whoo!" *while waving the rolled paper in the air like a weirdo*.

Surely as hell don't want to show that kind of gesture. It's like a faggot way of expressing their excitement. Hell fucking no.

To be honest, I really don't want to attend in this ceremony 'cause I'm not very into an event like this. All I want is to get my diploma through email easily as that, but they didn't allowed me because of my lovely friends and smart sister.

I have no idea what did they did or did say to my sister to make me walk onto that fucking stage. All I know was I agreed to her right away, or maybe my friends put some I don't know what really is it, a potion maybe or something in my drink during the frat party the friday before the graduation that could make me nod my head to every question that was been asked to me.

When I already got the piece of shit, I walked back to the seat I was sitting before along with my lovely friends.

"Hey! big boy! Congratulations!" James blurted, and I scowled at him.

"You know what? I'm so proud of you Ashton man! really am." He said with a voice like a kid with mental disorder.

"Sure, yah dickhead"

I fake a smile while waving my middle finger to his face. Harold, Luke and his girlfriend Jenny giggles. I rolled my eyes at them and smirk, just to show them that somehow, in spite of what they did, I still forgive them and considered them as my friend, even if I'm cursing them in the back of my mind.

Stupid friends. Just stupid.

I can't believe that they made me do this. I mean, they made me walked into the graduation ceremony and the fact that I really just can't imagine that I've already graduated from college at this very moment.