Walking Disaster-6

"Dammit you bitch I thought you died you should have called!" Kelly shouted; she flips through my Guitar chick magazine while I draw on my eyeliner. I don’t mumble an apology as her stands behind me watching me. Her black her is up in a bun today, the lip slicked with a light red lipstick, her charming brown eyes glitters like tigers eye.

"Are you ready?" She pulls back my frizzy fro of hair into my hair weirdo pony tail as I slide two black bobby pins across my bangs.

"For what? Leaving yes, graduation no, freedom hell yes." I slide my black tanktop over my head and then pulling the back to the front of my adjusting the pin that tightens the straps. I toss on blue flats the sole of the shoe mathing the the bottom of my foot through years of wear and tear.

"Yeah," She grabs my bags and we head out to her 87 metallic green pontiac I lock the doors behind me one last time. Leaving my prison forever. I shiver as a warm summer breeze slides across my bare shins, I know its not the wind. I think the house is watching me.

Then I realize that this is the last time in this town, on this street, the end of the beatings and the imprisonment this is the end of living in fear that I won’t live to see tomorrow. You might to realize what its like to have invisible chains off you, it’s liberating. Literally. I toss my heavy black bags into the back of her car along with hers. She sets my guitar case ontop of hers and then my amp wedged next to hers. Settling into the gray leather seats it huggs and suction cups my back like the shower wall did. I sigh breathing in the scent of her car, I glance up at the orange smelly tree hanging from her mirror next to ger DeadDolly dude.

"When are you going to drop the Sbs exactly?" I whisper to her as we walk through the line of kids hugging parents and high fiving there friends. Were dressed in those stupid itchy blue gowns. We struggled to find free seats through the sobbing mothers and the grinning jocks amazed that the actually passed. "When we get out diplomas in out hands. Duh were dropping them and we run." Kelly snaps she shoves a jock into his parents snarling. I look up at him without mercy. I’ve hardened myself to have no compassion towards these beasts. They leave me alone I leave them alone dammit.

We find our seats and Kelly mumbles something about how the gown and hat ruin her I-will-eat-you-alive thing she has going on. But all I can focus on is the blonde heads infront of me. Stephanie and Mom. Jesus. I prat silently to the ground that they don’t turn around. My stomach flops as I grip the edge of the plastic chair. The warm summer heat beats down on us now, the stage is set up with proud teachers sitting in their suits legs crossed chatting idly waiting for the ceremony to begin. A class of 2008 waves in the air the school colors of black and burgandly are stark agaisnt the white paper. The stand where the microphone rested has fake flowers adoring the bottom. And while the principle introduced the teachers, himself, and gave a speech about the class of o8 while the seniors roared with pride all I did was grip my chair and pray while holding back puke.

And while holding back the nervous vomit I realized something; that now at this graduation I am my own person. The chains are broken, I can be an anarchist to its fullest point. I have no one single person to tell me what to do. I realize that being here; and being alone is the best thing to happen to me so far. I realize that im on my own. Even with the help of my bestfreidn im on my own. And I realize; as my heart soars and my stomach turns even harder that no one can stop me; no one.

The valedictorians gave there stupid appreciations speeches I knew what they were thinking: My parents hounded and pushed me so I have no longer have a normal life outside of school, thank you mom for teaching me the kiss ass skills, and to you, Jocks for not eating me and spitting me out on the football field. More and more names were read off, more sobs and roars, claps of happiness and tears. And as Stephanie was called, I can’t belive she passed, my mom stood and sobbed; calling her name. She got up there shaking as she took her diploma and smiled and waved, the jocks who most of them she slept with let out monkey ownage hoots.

"Joon Corken, Kelly Colluka!" The principles voice wavers over the microphone and theres barley any roar compared to the ones to Stephanie or any of the other kids. And you know what? I didnt freaking care. As I walked onto the stage Kelly looked back at me with a devilish grin, I smiled gripping the small grey capsules. Just slam on the floor and BAM! Stink. Kelly took hers rejecting the handshakes of teachers and the Principle. My gown swayed with my hips, butterflies rammed into the side of my stomach. I take the thick roll of paper with the purple ribbon wrapped around it and reject their hands. My slip of freedom. My heart flutters with excitment, and yet I feel nauseous again, I grip the tiny capsules tighter. I killed my conscious a long time again. I really don’t think before I act anymore. I clench the capsules again they feel like there jumping around, like they’re on fire. The wind picks up and Kelly nods and I let the stink bombs drop. The sickening waves explode with a green gas. I grin and rip off my hat. I am free, And I have to run.