Independent Project: A Fiction Story by Silvia Soriano
" Good byes are always the hardest".
The year was coming to an end. The graduating class of 2031 was ready to move on to their next chapter in their lifes. Some were happy, some were sad, some just didn't know what to say. After four years of being together in high school it was time to depart. The students walked one last time through the hallway where everything has been done and everything was figured out. After today some would probably never see each other again. On the other hand some had their future planned out with each other. Walking in those hallways all you say was piles and piles of garbage, people cleaning out their locker, and tears, tears of happiness tears of joy. Unfortunately not everyone had made it through high school. High school is the place where your not a kid anymore. Where you have to pay the consequences. Where you screw up, you screw up. You could get better but it would take time. Where people would try to step on you no matter what. Where you find out who your real friends are and where you unmask your enemies. Not everyone is strong enough to go through so much alone. Sometimes you need someone their for you, but not asking for help leaves you broken and more broken. Crushing your soul, crushing your spirit crushing who you were once. What happens next after you lose all hope and you isolate your self from the people who want to help you but you just don't let them? Depression. Bad choices. Which last leads to suicide. One friend, one student. Didn't make it. He wasn't able to go on stage and receive his diploma. His friends didnt understand why he did it.
Some were mad. Some were sad. Some were depressed. Some didnt know how to react. After the funeral all of the boys friends, never talked again. They all blamed each other. None of them wanted to admit that they weren't their for him. They weren't mad at him, they were mad, angry, disappointed at themselves. They broke the only promise they made in their freshman year, the sad thing is that they broke it to only him. They thought he was okay. "His fine, he just needs to cool off", "He will get over it soon", "His overreacting". Everyone always looked up at him. They didnt think that he would crack, they never thought it was serious as it was. Little did they know that he was the weakest link in the group.
While everyone was screaming outside, hugging each other, and celebrating their accomplishment, the boys 5 friends walked to his locker. In one year a lot has changed. His friends pretended that he never existed on the outside, but in the inside they were broken for a while. They were all shocked to see each other. They just stared at each other, having a moment in silence. For him. He deserved his moment too. He made them tough after his dead, he made them the person they were now. They couldnt say that they didnt like who they were. Cause that would be a lie. They matured in the past year. They have learned to appreciate people around them, cause in a second it could all be over.
"Thank you....for everything buddy".....one of the boy`s friends said, as he forced a smile looking at the boy`s locker. The next person to talk already had tears in her eyes " It would have been nice to have you hear.....but I know your hear always and forever" the girl said holding her hand to her heart. The third person to talk was breathing heavily in and out "My nigga once my nigga always" he said smiling but an actual smile, for the first time in a year. The next person just kissed his locker, having tears running down her cheek "Im sorry...I know that your finally in peace..we should have been their, we should have helped...were sorry ...Im sorry I hope one day you could forgive me for real." She said, with that she just walked away, walked out of the building. The rest followed, except one person. His older brother...who was left back in middle school who were supposed to graduate the same year. "I miss you bro...everyday....sorry for not attending your funeral....but thank you for making me strong....bros for life". He said whiling facing the locker and half smiling. He than took a deep breath in and and looked up, maybe he was just staring at a ceiling but on the other side of the ceiling was the sky and he knew his brother was somewhere up their. He than looked down and looked at the locker and smiled "Bro you know Good byes are always the hardest for me.....so see ya later bro".
The End.
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