The gray sky sounded a boom of thunder as the rain drummed on the ground.

Clutching her topi ever so tigtly, her straight jeruk, orange hair in pigtails as she watched student after student recieve their diplomas, she remembered the hari before, after the final exams, when everyone just....talked.

"I can't beileve tomorrow we're actually graduating from high school. It feels like there's so much I still wanna do here." Chris said, caressing Izzy in her arms. "I wouldn't mind, for one lebih day, being a 9th grader again." "What are anda gonna do?" Izzy asked.
"What's that mean?"
"Everybody does something when they get up on stage. One year, this girl stripped naked and danced to "Just Dance" oleh Lady GaGa."
"Well, what I'd do is, I'd scoop anda up in my arms, walk up on that stage, take my godamn dipolma, and then I'd give anda the best ciuman in the world."
Izzy only smiled, amused that he put "damn" and "diploma" in the same sentence.

Eastlake College was going to hold a lot for them, and since all her friends-
Daisy, Leshawna, Heather, Gwen, Courtney Bridgette, Eva, Noah, pretty much everyone...
-were practically unseperable, the shards of change wouldn't come town to strike-yet.
It's now.
It's here.
It's what's out there.