Claimed.

Dos.

.::Yn::.

It all started on June 14, 2012, The day of my grade nine graduation. 

"Yn! Are you ready, baby?" My mom burst into my room as I was trying to zip up my dress. 

"Almost. Can you help me with this zipper?'' I gestured towards my back as she sprinted up to me with tears in her eyes. As she finished with my zipper, I turned to face her, wiping her tears. "No mom, don't cry."

She sniffed. "Baby girl, you're so beautiful.. Who knew I could create such an angel." She dug in her pocket. "Here, I have something for you." She passed me a small jewelry box with a single diamond necklace in it. 

"Oh my gosh mom, this is beautiful." I held the necklace up to the window, as it began to shimmer, to admire it's adorn beauty. 

"The necklace is a graduation gift, but it's the jewelry box that I really want you to have." She placed the thoroughly carved jewelry box on an emty space on my dresser and, ever so delicately, winded up the fragile wooden gift.

After about fifteen seconds of winding, she let go and the jewelry box opened. A small ballerina, dressed in a botanic gown,  rose up and started dancing to the sounds of The Carousal Waltz.

"Your grandmother gave me this as a grade nine grafuation gift, As her mother did for her, So now I think the time has come for me to give it to you." She sighed a sigh of which sounded like relief, while closing the jewelry box and wiping away the single tear that escaped her eye. 

A pushed my bangs over to the side of my face as I got up to hug her. I buried my face in her neck. "Thank you, mom" 

"Come down when you're ready, Yn." 

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.::Savannah::.

I was standing in line with my best friend waiting to graduate. 

I pray that the line moves faster, approaching our final minute as students in this hell known as Highland Junior High. 

"Adrienne Milani.."

"Vannah it's almost your turn" Yn cheered while giving me a slight shove. I smirked. 

"Daniel Miljabi"  I gulped while Yn combed through a curl in my hair.

"Savannah Miller"

It's time. I walked up the small staircase to the stage. Barely managing to walk in these heals, I shook hands with all my teachers, recieved my graduation certificate, and departed from the stage. 

After everyone graduated, I had to collect my self to walk back on that stage for a last time. The Valedictorean Speech. 

I have never been more nervous than I am this very moment. Now will be the time everyone discovers the truth.

"And now for a speech from our Valedictorian. Everyone welcome to the stage, Ms. Savannah Miller."

I gulped for a last time before tracing my steps back on to this old hardwood stage. 

I cleared my throat.

"Good afternoon class of 2012. As we graduate today, I would like for us to look back at our last three years here at Highland. It seems like just yesterday we were some wimpy little seventh graders struggling with the locks on our lockers and trying to figure out where our next class was. Now as we leave this school at the end of grade nine, we have conquered our lockers, mapped the whole school in our brains and caused at least one teacher headaches or insomnia. But most of all, we've learned. 

We've learned many things from many different wonderful people. 

Mr. Chen taught us how to convert betwwen decimals and fractions, Mrs. Kear taught us how to interpret and write great literature, And Mr. Pearson taught us how to ref a hockey game while singing for a band and teaching the tenth grade math and phys-ed curriculum." 

Laughs were shared in the audience

"Most importantly, we learned some of the most valued social skills in life. Respect, Perserverence, Individuality, Kindness, Caring and etcetera. 

Although many students can meet up to the standards of being a respectful and kind individual, there are also many student who cannot. Most of these students are bullies. Bullies are people who make other people feel worse about themself so THEY can feel better about THEMselves. 

I could talk about bullying all day because I've been through this experience, and to be honest, am still going through it. 

Let me tell you one thing about it though. Who ever said "Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can never hurt me." Is a complete and utter idiot. 

Of course words can hurt you. Words are the things that hurt the most. Words are the cause of insomnia. Words are what make humans. Words cause painful internal scars that can never truly heal. 

So just know, saying painful things that can hurt someone, is never a joke. 

Hopefully after this speech is finished, people will think about what I just said and for more people other than me, These,"

I lifted up the sleeves of my shirt revealing many hideous scars, brought by thoughts of suicide. The silence of the audience was replaced by the sound of gasps.

"Will all heal." 

I bowed before exiting the stage. I pushed through anyone who would try to talk to me and got into Yn's mother's car. 

"Wow Vannah, didn't think you would actually do it." Yn smirked at me through the car mirror. I laughed and threw the balled up notes from my speech at her. 

Soon after, it quickly became a huge paperball fight in the car, including her mother. Paper flew through the air as we jammed to 93.5.

This is the most fun I've had for a long time.

"MOM WATCH OUT"

Everything went black.