The Last Day

Chapter Seven

Slaughter fidgeted as he stood in line to get his diploma.

“Slaughter Atimama” the lady read aloud.

The Coliseum roared as he received his diploma. A picture with the famous people and then a honorary movement. The moment Slaughter’s eyes diverted from the main event into the crowd Slaughter felt a stab in his heart. He knew they wouldn’t show up. His mother. His father. Any family in general. He invited them all. But like usual. They were at work. Slaughter didn’t bother to hide the tears. That is, until he heard his whole trombone section yell out that they loved him.

It helped the mood. It hurt to know. But at least he had support from someone else. Family? Slaughter laughed at himself. Why was he so concerned about them?

Slaughter was number three and Denise was number eight. He was still smarter than her. Dang it. She was enraged to know that he was ahead of her but she was happy to know that she made the top ten still. Barely, but she made it. Denise looked around as she stood in line. Well, there was her family but where was Slaughter's?

Denise frowned. Slaughter’s family wasn't here to support him.

“You’re the best Slaughter we love you!” Yelled a group of people.

Denise laughed as one added, “Not in a gay way!”

Then she realized it. That voice was one of the junior’s in his section. Denise smiled. So, his family was here.