This is a Hardin x Tessa fan fiction, although focuses mostly on their daughter Emery Scott.
Finished writing: March 25, 2021.
Posting schedule: Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
It is written in first person, present tense, and has many point of vi...
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Two months later.
EMERY.
I honestly never thought I'd be at my graduation. I assumed I'd be off partying and getting drunk off my ass to try and forget my years in high school.
I never pictured myself with this blue cap on, or this ugly as fuck robe. And when they call my name I can't help but cringe. My family claps the loudest, everyone else claps like robots. I understand. I don't want to be here that much either, but Grandpa Ken is here and I need to talk to him about college.
He is no longer the chancellor, but he is good friends with everyone 'in power' at the college, and he told my mom he'd talk to the people in charge. We haven't heard from him since and I assume he'll let me know today. If not, then it's a sad day because I'm not going to ask him.
I don't care if it fucks up my future, if I ask him, I'll sound desperate, and I am not desperate.
When I walk off stage, I have to sit in a stupid seat beside these two total fucking strangers. Not really, but I don't ever talk to them. Why can't I sit with my family? I don't talk to them either, but it's better than this.
They call up everyone else, which takes about four years. And once I can get up, I'm flinging out of my seat and running towards where my parents are.
No one can stop and talk to me if I run. No one can ask for pictures or if I'm excited. Of course I'm fucking excited!
Goodbye hell!
I see them in view and mom waves her hands to me, signaling me over. I begin walking, and as I approach them Grandma Karen smiles ear to ear and pulls me into a hug as quick as possible.
"Aw! My high school graduate!" She cheers, rubbing my back furiously. I pull away from her, nodding my head and smiling lightly.
"Yep." I reply and my dad comes from behind my mom and pulls me into a hug.
"You were beautiful up there." He compliments, pecking the top of my head.
"It's not like I came home from the war, you don't have to act like you haven't seen me for years." I explain, "no matter how much it feels like it." I roll my eyes and my dad chuckles.
"It was a fucking bore, wasn't it?" He smiles and grandma Karen slaps his arm.
"Shhh." She scolds and he rolls his eyes.
Grandpa Ken pats my shoulder, "former high school graduate, future WSU student." He says, and I can't help but smile.
"You mean-"
"Yep!" Grandpa Ken cheers, pulling me into a hug by my arm and I can't help but hug him back.
"Fuck, thank you so much." I say, squeezing him tightly.
