..And Then All At Once

Bittersweet Moments and a Couple Tampons

A/N: I'm sorry if it's terrible. This is my first story and I'm a really bad writer tbh. I'm already having writer's block in the first chapter._. If there's any mistakes you notice, please feel free to comment.

Bittersweet Moments and a Couple Tampons

June 7, 2014.

I've waited for this day for practically my whole life. My life basically revolved around this day.

The day I'd finally graduate high school and get the hell out of this dump they call a town. Once I walk that line with the rest of my class and earn my diploma, I'm headed straight to England for university. 4 days and counting. My future is literally days away.

I hear the TICK TOCK of the clock counting down the last seconds of the day. My last class of highschool, I thought to myself. The whispers of the class set to a low rumble in order not to piss the grumpy history teacher off.

3..

2..

1..

The final school bell rings, breaking me from my pointless thoughts about nothing. My face immediately filled with a glowing smile, ear to ear. Entering the hallway, screams could be heard from every teenage girl possible. It was deafening.

"Viv! Vivvi! Viviana!" Sami was calling my name. I couldn't see her through the swarms of people crowding the hallways, eager to get home and start their perfect summer.

"Come ON! it's time to go!" She exclaimed. This summer she'd be going to a different college, but there's no way we'd let the distance ruin our friendship. Friends since kindergarten, everyone knows how inseparable we are.

I ignored her calls and stopped at my locker to grab the last of my items, shoving it all into my pink drawstring bag.

"Where are you going?! I was calling you for like, 60 hours!" My best friend finally caught up to me.

"You're just slow," I joked with a wink "Not my fault."

She rolled her eyes at my last comment. "So how was your last day of HIGHSCHOOL."

Huh. That's a good question. How WAS my day? It was definitely filled with nostalgic moments, some tears, happy smiles, aggravated looks from the freshie's who still had 3 more years to go, more tears. But how do I explain it all?

"Definitely emotional." I replied, not being able to find the right words to explain the impetuous day.

As we walked down the halls for the last time, people everywhere were stopping us, asking our plans and telling us goodbye and whatnot. It felt like a normal last day of school, except I won't be back next year. Exciting, yet dissapointing. All at once, my memories from kindergarten through senior year started pouring Into my mind, overwhelmingly. I had to stop for a moment, eyes wide while I caught my breath. From the first time I confidently walked into those kindergarten doors, to just yesterday. Okay, yes, I'm an emotional dramatic. But everyone is emotional on their last day of school, right?

"Are you okay?" Sami asked. "You look like you've see a ghost!"

"I'm fine it's just.. These are our last day roaming the halls of school. The memories are just... I don't know. I can't explain it."

"I totally understand. I've been thinking about it all day."

Giving our final hugs and goodbyes and promises to talk again to the people who mattered most to us, we walked out the door for good, hand in hand. I could feel the tears pricking at the backs of my eyes, waiting for me to break and let them fall. The tightness in my throat extremely uncomfortable, but I wouldn't give in. No more crying. This is a proud day for me. Sami let go of my hand and slung her arm over my shoulder, bringing our heads close and giggling like little schoolgirls. We waved flirtatiously at the cute boys who we knew we'd probably never see again in our lives..