I heart the fact that while her friend was breaking down and all...she thinks about having to walk 6 blocks! XD
Actually.. This is how I act too.. LOL.. Short-term consequences first before thinking long-term.. Ahahaha!!
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Hope, it’s the light that shines, it burns inside of me
It’s a blinding light but somehow I can seeDay of Graduation.Kian and I were sitting on the chairs onstage, looking at the people. Everyone has smiles plastered on their faces. The program has started an hour and a half ago. The diplomas were already given when the weight of reality came down on me.
“Graduates of the year 2005-2006,” the principal started, speaking through the microphone. “We are pleased to inform you that in all the years of Montreal High School, this is the first time that TWO students will graduate with the title of Valedictorian. Those two are none other than—” the principal craned her head to face us and smiled. “Mister Kian De Biasi and Ms. Bree Alexandria Warren.”
The place broke into applause as I turned to stare at Kian. He knew what I was thinking.
We don’t have a speech.
He stood up and smiled at the audience then held his hand out for me to take in a gentlemanly way.
I looked up at him nervously. Fear dancing in my eyes. We are going to make a fool out of ourselves.
“Improvise,” he whispered.
“What?”
“Improvise, follow my lead.”
I nodded and took his hand then we both climbed up to where the microphones were located.
He never let my hand go. He flashed the audience a blinding smile and I did too.
“Dear parents, teachers and fellow graduating students, good morning,” he started, squeezing my hand to comfort me. I know he knew I was ready to burst with anxiety. I was probably radiating with it. “—even though our student life will end today, we still are students, with what more difficult times to face.” Then he gave me glance and cocked his eyebrow.
I took a deep breath, looked at the people and plunged. “This time, we are our own professor. In all the years we had in Montreal High, we learned to be dependent and independent at the same time. We learned to be independent in a sense that we learned to choose what we think is best for us. And dependent because we also learned that we cannot go through our lives alone. Here in the four walls of Montreal High we learned something we can never learn from reading books: We learned friendship—” I paused, looking at Aby who smiled at me. “—trust, and heartbreaks.”
“But most of all we learned how to forgive.” Continued Kian. “We learned to forgive and forget, we also learned that in order to live life to the fullest, we have to forget the grudge that once locked our hearts in a cage. We learned to forgive those who made mistakes… who made our lives a living hell for we know, that they too, have taught us something valuable. Like how to beat up the kid on the bike…” Kian joked.
And the audience laughed.
“Of course you would know about THAT, won’t you, Kian?” I smiled.
“Yes of course. And in the walls of Montreal High, we learned how to love. How to get hurt. How to get our hearts broken. And how to move on.”
The moment he said that, I felt a pang in my heart.
“—but we also learned that no matter one can hate the one who broke his heart, he couldn’t let her go.”
I looked up and stared at Kian who tightened his grip on my hand. What is he saying?
“We learned that we can never judge someone by the way he or she looks like, because in the end, everything will come down on how you make people feel and what you know.” I said, my voice hollow.
“As we go out our High School Life, we try to remember the good times and try to forget the bad times. In our hearts, we know that we would never forget each other. No matter how much hate you feel or how much love you feel. We find ourselves looking back to the times when we all got into trouble and just laugh about it.”
“Live life to the fullest. Knowing that we are the graduates of Montreal High. We are the most fortunate ones. Congratulations, graduates!” I smiled, with tears stinging my eyes.
I sank back onto my chair and smiled at Kian who didn’t smile back but scowled.
What is up with this?
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