Bryan
“Thank you, Miss Gates,” Leslie, the valedictorian's sharp-sounding voice had everyone cringing when the mic’s feedback sent a high-pitch sound over the speakers.
Graduation is here, but Damian is not.
Leslie cringes and nervously flips her hair behind her ears, the black long trails hanging neatly over her shoulders. She fidgets with her cap and laughs when the tassel falls back in front of her cap again. She goes on to thank all the faculty the begins her speech.
“High school. The place where you learn to become who you are. I say learn because it’s where we are at the very start of the rest of our lives. Some of us are now new adults-“ loud cheers, claps and whistles come from the graduates, who are seated on the front right but as I am on stage, my left.
Behind them at the b
