It should have been exciting-years of shitty forced socialization and the last shining moment before being flung into the terrible, awful world of adulthood like a piece of shit.
But in reality? It just felt anticlimactic and long as hell.
To be fair, everything would feel anticlimactic after the whirlwind events of the past few months. Ms Leopoldo's decaying body was found being dragged around by a bear, far from the cabin by some hikers.
Luckily because of that rally my dad was the first suspect the public rushed to try and condemn. Even the police clearing his name couldn't clean his image.
My dad knew it was me, he had to, but he had been eerily quiet for the past two weeks.
I'd been keeping one eye open at all times just waiting for him to strike.
Not today, though.
Today, I had finally graduated high school.
