The snow had all but melted away and the smell of spring filled the air. Just one more week of high school! It was my senior year. Much preparation and months of work had been done to get ready for the last day, Graduation day! Excitement was building of all of us have-been ready slacking off seniors!

It all began freshman year, being friends with seniors, and recieveing their train track setting pictures, and hearing about college! Over the years you would always just find something nice to wear to the ceremony itself, as you watched your older friends walked across the stage. Years, and years of repeating that yearly gathering, goofing off on the weekend of everyones different parties, celebrating with them for fun, and then it was finally time for me to celebrate for myself! Finally, my turn to pick my little spring dress, finally my turn to get those fancy photos during the fall. Went shopping with my mother to pick out our outfits. Even though it wasn’t time yet, I was eager to rock and roll with my senior year! A celebration of completing highschool and entering into the college life! While I shopped with my Mom I could sense her excitement for me. It was exciting and special for her to see her little girl growing up. We shopped and shopped, I must’ve tried on a hundred of colors, of different types of shirts until I found the perfect one. Of course, white dress, with kick-ass leopard pumps. I had the obsession having balloons in my pictures, so I settled for nothing less than my perfect fall dress!

A few months before our senior year arrived, a tragedy had stunned the town. One of my good friends, had passed away in a car accident. Our junior class was devastated, and didn’t really know what to do. All us close friends panicked as we all had so many plans for our future. Days passed, we went about our lives.
But I am almost positive the words, “One day your life will flash before your eyes, make sure its worth watching,” will always be with us.
At last, it was us. The ceremony of us graduation from four years of hard, maybe even harder work was here. As we all gathered in the gym, jittery, beyond nervous and not really knowing what would happen after. All you could hear was a roar of thousands of different conversations going on. Four of us girls, gathered in the back silently, our group. For we made it through a tough year without our girl, Aly. I was so proud to see the outcome of us all together that day. Still mostly silent, didn’t have much to say, exchanged hugs and lined up. As we marched in front of that crowd, to take our seats, it hit me. I am stronger than I think I am. Tears rolled down the cheeks of my face