Graduation was on a Saturday.
The gym was decorated with streamers and a banner that said "Congratulations, Class of 2024." The chairs were arranged in rows. The parents filled the bleachers.
I sat in the third row, my cap on my head, my gown unzipped.
Becca was two rows ahead, her hair curled, her smile bright.
Dr. Reyes gave a speech about courage and integrity. The valedictorian gave a speech about the future. The choir sang.
And then it was time for diplomas.
I walked across the stage. I shook Dr. Reyes's hand. I took my diploma.
And I didn't feel anything.
After the ceremony, I found Becca in the hallway.
She was surrounded by her friends, laughing, taking photos.
I waited until they left.
"Becca."
She turned.
"Vanessa." Her smile was thin. "Congratulations."
"You too."
