*Bentley's POV*
I think it's funny how day by day, nothing changes, but when you take a step back, everything is different.
I mean it's crazy how you go to take a nap when you're 5, and when you wake up you're 17 and it's the day of your graduation.
Sounds silly, right?
Well, I thought that too, but that's exactly what has happened to me.
Today, I graduate, then next week I'm moving to go to college.
But let's focus on the first task right now. Graduation. I'm so nervous.
It's in 2 hours and I'm still laying on my bed trying to make my speech perfect. I've been working on it for a month and a half now, and it's still not ready. Just peachy.
"Bentley! Quit worrying about your speech! I've read it a dozen of times and it's amazing! You need to start getting ready so we can head out to the school! The quicker, the better," My mom shouts, while lightly tapping on my door.
You know what? She's right! I've gotta just let it be.
So I get up and start getting ready.
I do my makeup first so I can decide which way to do my hair would look the best.
I put some mascara on my top and bottom lashes, apply some semi- nude, semi- sparkly eyeshadow, some powder base, and lastly, some nude, shimmery lip gloss.
I go ahead and put on the dress I'm wearing under my gown. It's nothing special, just a black, above the knee dress.
I decide to curl my long, blonde, messy hair. It'll take a good 40 minutes at least. Oh joy...
***
Well 47 minutes and 3 burns later. I'm walking out the door with my cap, gown, shoes, and speech in hand. Everything else is in the car.
Here we go...
~*~
We arrive at the school 15 minutes later. It's 6:30, I'm graduating in 30 minutes.
Ok. I can do this.
I look over my speech a couple more times, and put on my gown, cap, and shoes...
I go inside the big auditorium and gather around all my other class mates.
Deep breaths. I'm shaking all ready... There's a ton of people here...
Our teacher starts getting us in the order we are suppose to be in. Unless, you're the Valedictorian or Salutatorian.
I'm the Valedictorian in our class. So I give the 'farewell' and 'reminiscing' speech.
Our Salutatorian, Zayn Malik, will give his speech first.
He's my best friend. I can't lie, he's gorgeous. Definitely prettier than me...
Speak of the devil, here he is.
"Hey Bent!" He says, using my nickname, with a smile.
"Hey Zaynie Pooh!" I answer him with a smirk, knowing he hates when I call him that.
"Shhh! Don't say it that loud," He says, looking around to see if anyone heard.
"Oh come on! You'll never see over half the kids in this room again after this anyway!"
"So, that's the most embarrassing nickname ever."
"Oh whatever you big baby."
He just laughs.
"So are you nervous?" He asks.
"Naw dip, Sherlock. How'd you figure that one out?" I ask sarcastically.
"I'll take that as a yes?" He says with a smirk.
I just roll my eyes.
"No worries, I am, too," Zayn tells me.
I just nod.
"Okay, Zayn, it's time for your speech," Our teacher, Mrs. Jackson, comes and takes Zayn by the arm.
"Wish me luck! I love you, bestie!" He says, in a girlish tone.
"Good luck! I love you too, Zaynie Pooh!" I yell back, giggling at the end.
I saw his face drop as Mrs. Jackson drags him onto the stage.
I hear some snickers coming from some of my classmates.
I smirk to myself.
Zayn is on the stage about to say his speech. Here he goes.
"Welcome, Faculty, Administration, parents and guests, and my fellow classmates. If you are looking for Buffalo Wild Wings, I'm sorry to inform you that it's about a mile down the street from here, and apparently you are at the wrong place, because I am pleased to announce that this is the graduation for Westwood High Schools Class of 2014!
I would like to start off by saying, it's been a heck of a ride these past 4 years at WHS, but it sure was worth it."
And I'm not even gonna lie, I zoned out.
I start thinking about my speech and how humiliating it'll be if I mess up.
Before I know it I'm shaking uncontrollably in my seat. My mouth gets really dry and I feel light headed. It feels like I'm gonna pass out.
I start to get dizzy when I hear a voice in my head saying, "Calm down, you're ok. You'll do fine, I promise." It worked. There was only one problem.
That wasn't my voice. It was deep and raspy. That's weird. I decide to listen to the ending of Zayn's speech.
"So, as I near the end of my speech, I would like to say, Mom, stop crying before I start to cry. Also, Bentley quit zoning out over there and at least listen to the end." I blush, sink down in my chair, and give a little wave to Zayn.
The funny thing is he waved back, but more of a childish wave.
"Now, most people would take this time to say a rap quote that applies to graduating and finally making it, but I'm not into the rap scene enough to know such songs, let alone quote them. Instead, I'll quote Hannah Montana: "Life's what you make it, so let's make it rock." Thank you!"
He would quote young Miley Cyrus. At least it wasn't older Miley Cyrus. Otherwise it would have been more like "Instead I'll quote a twerker obsessed with licking sledge hammers. 'We came in like a wrecking ball!' Thank you!"
Thank goodness he did the young Miley.
He exits and comes over to me. He gives me a hug and whispers, "Good luck Bent- Bent," in my ear.
The nickname I gave him was funnier, I think. "Yeah it is." That same voice is still in my head. I'm going crazy. It's all this work on this speech. I'm positive it'll go away after tonight.
Well here goes nothing.
******
(A/N)
Ok so she's about to give her speech:)
Give me some feed back for faster updates.
Love you guys✩
-Jenna Lee
