Elizabeth
Holy s**t.
Graduation day. We have to be at the school in a half hour and I'm barely ready to go. I'm dressed in a maroon graduation gown with a white summer dress underneath the maroon graduation gown we all wear..
"Kids get a move on, we're going to be late if you aren't ready in 15 minutes!" Mr. Blake shouts up the stairs at Tristan and I. I move at a quicker pace in order to curl my hair faster, still careful to not burn myself with the iron. I finish and unplug it from the outlet. I look in the mirror and take in a deep breath. This is big. After today we won't be going back to high school. We'll be moving onto college, the real world, a scary place to be.
I can tell Tristan is worried, too. We haven't talked about it much since the last time, but I can stil
