Tonight is the night that everyone has been
waiting for, a night that most people will remember until they
are octogenarians. Everything about
this night was created for remembrance.
It was the perfect night.
Perfect, that is, until the incident. The incident that would change the lives of many people. The
incident that started with one fatal flaw. This is my story.
My name is Toby.
Up until the incident, the night was
fantastic. I was having the best
time of my entire high school career, which seems very hard to believe because
I am very popular here at Oakland High. But tonight was the night of graduation,
where everyone you use to love and be friendly with would soon be absent from
your life forever. As the principle called each and every student’s name in my senior
class, to extend them congratulations and luck, my best friend texted me saying
that he wanted to go out with me after graduation. Although post-graduation is usually family time, where your
family floods you with congratulation, I agreed with my best friend that we
should hangout after. After throwing
our caps in the air, and wishing those who I had spent the last umpteen years
with good luck in their life, my friend James and me set out for a night of
freedom and adventure.
Walking to my set of wheels, we screamed
and shouted of freedom, as we no longer had to be confined to this hellhole of
a school. I asked my friend where our destination lay and he replied, ‘where
every the winds takes us’.
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