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Newly Graduate

Newly Graduate

It was 12 in the afternoon and it has been the worst 4 hours of my life. I could not stop crying and it's starting to piss me off. I was an emotional wreck and in 3 hours I'll be seated inside of Lambert High's grand football stadium becoming an official graduate.

I was currently lying on my back on the floor of my room. I had my hands covering my eyes. The blinds were shut so the sun couldn't bother me. I cut off all electronics so no one could contact me. I was a state of complete solitude.

Suddenly, I bolted straight up and decided that I was going to call out sick.

"I-I can't do this."

I ran my hands through my long golden locks of hair and without even trying more tears began to fall down my cheeks.

"I'm so old!" I yelled.

There were muffled steps coming from outside of my doorway. Soon after came a couple of knocks and a bunch of whispers.

"Jared, you need to get her out of there. She can't miss her own graduation," my mom whispered harshly and I heard some sort of slap.

"Well, dear, I can't force her out of the room," my dad said before trying to twist the door open. "She locked the door."

She sighed and tried knocking again.

I sobbed.

"Jared!" my mom whispered harshly again.

For some reason, that made me smile.

"Ok fine, fine!" my dad responded before clearing his throat. "Sweetheart, it's me your father. I'm asking for permission to be allowed into your room."

Then I remembered why my room door was locked and why I was slouched up in a upright position on my comfy off white rug. I'm old . . .

It took everything in me to tried standing up and once that failed I came to an agreement with myself that I wasn't able to stand as of right now. I figured I'd be able to crawl that far. Inching my way towards my door was harder than what I assumed it was going to be. The problem wasn't getting to the door. It was the reaching up to unlock it that has me stuck in a very complicated balancing on one arm pose.

"Ugh," I croaked and after hearing the way I sounded, I lost all balance and hit the floor with a thud.

"Ow . . ."

"Darling, are you ok in there?" my mom asked in a worried tone.

I nodded my head letting her know I was but then I realized that she was standing on the opposite side of my still locked not glass made door. I reached up and with a little oomph; I managed to unlock the door. Unfortunately, I was still on the floor so when my dad busted through the door I ended up getting hit on my arm and I rolled on to the floor and stood in what I believe to be some sort of yoga position. I'd call it the 'upside down fetus.'

"Jared! Look what you've done! Stop trying to bruise up my baby on her big day," my mom said slapping my dad on the back of his head.

Or at least that's what she tried to do. She kind of had to settle with hitting his shoulders. My mom couldn't really reach the top of his head since she stopped growing after she hit the 5" mark. Luckily for me, my dad had pretty strong dominated genes that battled out during my time in the womb. My dad is 5"9 which left me at an average 5"4.

My mom rushed over to me and made a pathetic attempt at picking me up. My dad had to help her a bit.

"Oh, my poor little baby. Why on earth are you all in tears? The ceremony hasn't even begun yet. The summer hasn't started yet. You're not off to college until . . . August . . ." my mom trailed off and I looked up at her to see what was wrong.