For the graduation I wanted to look perfect, so I started to consider all the aspects to take care of, maybe guys don't pay so much attention to it but I wanted to look different, an improve version of me, Mary 2.0. Even though under the black cap and gown no one would noticed.
Two days have passed since that improvised party and I still look like a zombie, I woke up the next day with a big hangover; we drank, dance, play, swim, ate hot dogs and stay in our own private fete all night until the dawn. I can't remember how I got home but I do remember climbing my bed and passed out on it. We all had so much fun, that we decided to continue the party after the graduation. But today I'm supposed to go out and buy the sandals or shoes I'll use in the graduation. I had the dress for that occasion since the 4th semester, I don't believe in fashion or trendy clothes, so I was going to use that red dress no matter what, because it was perfect.
I stand in front of the full body mirror, at the end of the hall in my house. I noticed I need it a haircut, new makeup, Jewelry appropriate for the dress. Actually a whole body extreme makeover hehehehe but it's impossible, I didn't have the money. My dress has the skirt shorter in the front and longer in the back so shoes or sandals, sandals or shoes, why am I having a dilemma?
Maybe I should wear my converses; it's not like a wedding day. I looked away from the mirror and decide what to do with my long curly heavy hair, sometimes looks like it's to much and I would like to make a donation, but I dye it all the time so I can't.
-MARY, are you ready to go? - My mom yell from downstairs and drag me out of my absorb thoughts. -I'm coming MOM- I ran downstairs and went to the Aventura Plaza Mall with her. My mom wanted me to look amazing too so she was starting to be more worry about that than me. She chose a pair of black heels boots, I smooth my hair because she consider it would look better, I was going to wear a pair of earrings my grandma bought for me, I don't know if in other families mothers have the power to choose you're your preferences because they are the one paying but it happened to me a lot.
Anyway, the day of the graduation came super-fast. I woke up early, stretch my body and jump out of bed. It was sunny but windy and that is rare here in Lecheria. I haven't mention it, I'm from Venezuela. That day I had a full agenda, breakfast with my grandmother, lunch with my family, the graduation act in the afternoon and party at the beach all night long. So after the shower the first thing I pack was my makeup.
The memorable moment of my graduation was when a tripped while I was walking to recieve my diploma, the ceremony was long and I barely remember. Maybe I was to excited or all I wanted to do was end with that part of my life. Every time I see the pictures is over warming how beautiful we all looked, the speech of how great we could be according to our principal and to never give up.
In this living room I have one picture with all my guys hehehehe, I think as far I can remember I've always been surrounded by boys. The rest of the pictures about that important day are in Facebook or Dropbox. I do remember that strange felling of happiness and emptiness at the same time.
The after party was epic, better than I could have ever expected. We all collaborated with some aspect of it and we called it "Getting drunk under the starts". It's not original I know although it was incredibly fun.
That night I had a serious conversation with my darling Harry, we started the career together and finished together, he is tall and speak with a beautiful accent. He has Dark eyes, graying dark hair y think grey hair is hot.
-Well Mary, my darling, you have your new passport now so where are we going?- It was a serious question. -I don't know, pick a place, anywhere and I'll go with you- He wanted me to take him seriously. -I mean it Mary; we should go to Argentina or Trinidad and Tobago, you have to promise me, right now in this place that we would go to another country in less than six month- He was son energetic in that moment that of course I agreed. We continue celebrating but the next day we were already planning the trip.
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