Soldier of Love

We Did It; Class of 2005

Naomi Wright

I took in a deep breath and began to walk across the large, black floored stage, waving and smiling while I walked. The students who came before me clapped and screamed my name. The crowd hooped and hollered and I'm sure you know most of it came from my family and Daniel.

I was finally graduating from Chi Arts and damn, it felt good. I’d be out of Chicago (don’t get me wrong I love it, sometimes) and soon I'll be attending UCLA with a major in journalism and minor in music. I’m doing pretty well. I’m graduating with a 5.0 out of 5.0 GPA.

I can't lie nor front, high school has turned me into a well-rounded person.  That dude and I wrote all the time. I sang with Daniel. Dance, well more like 'twerked' with Fatou, and played ball with Jamiya. I'm doing pretty well for myself.

“Congratulations, Naomi. You were and still are an exceptional and outstanding student. I will miss your presence. Don't be a stranger." my principle, Antoinette Brown, said while handed me my diploma.

I nodded and then turned towards the crowd to get my picture taken by the photographer who sat at the front of the stage and everyone else who had their cameras out.

Once that was done, I lifted up my baby blue gradation gown, so that I wouldn't sit on it, and made my way to the chairs where all of the over students who'd gotten their diplomas already. My last name starting with W, I was the last one. That also meant that I was lined up with P, as in Perez.

I have to look at his damn bush for the rest of the ceremony.

God.

"Now we will announce top ten, followed by a few speeches our students have put together based on their experiences here at Chi Arts. And finally to close, there will be small performance created by each major." Ms. Brown announced.

I sighed a little loud and shifted in my seat, causing Mr. Nosey Ass to turn around and look at me. He looked me up and down, lust in his eyes. All I could do was roll my eyes at his disgusting self.

But I feel bad for whoever gets Valedictorian and Salutatorian. It's really unexpected and since it's a surprise, that means they had no time to prepare a decent speech. Lucky for the rest of the top eight, all they have to do is smile in wave.

"Starting with number ten,

Cynthia Alexander,

Monica Jones,

Rayan Lopez,

Cachee'lyn Brown,

Jazmyn Williams,

Craig Crippen,

Chresanto August,

Fatou Diaz,"

"And for your Salutatorian...

Mr. Jacob Emmanuel Perez."

While the crowd went wild, all I could think was, How the hell did this nigga get second best? He hasn't done shit since he basically switched over. Don't tell me he slept with her just to get Salutatorian!!

Jacob stood up and walked over to the podium. He waved, winked, and blew sloppy kisses at all of the thirsty "fans" of his.

His presence disgusts me.

Sorry, not sorry.

I mean, I don't mean to sneak diss my ex, but he's a pig now. I have every right after what he did to me and after what he put me through. Had it been a simple break up, I wouldn't talk shit. But it was more than that, therefore I will.