hauntingly beautiful
Chapter 29
One Year
Later
Hunter's Point of View
Graduation.
Graduation is the day all high schoolers dream about.
They dream about the freedom of moving on to college; going out
to live on their own, no parents, no duties, and endless amounts
of partying.
I stood up in the podium, wearing my blue cap and gown.
I had my diploma and schlorship to Standford for basketball in
the other.
Everyone in sync removed their caps from their heads.
With one swift movement, we all tossed it in the air, just to
have to come crashing down.
"Congrats seniors, class of 2013!" the principal
announced through a microphone.
Everyone had smiles plastered on their faces, as my eyes searched
the audience.
On the mid section, far off to the right, I saw my mother and
father.
My dad had a proud smile across his usual grumpy face, and my
mother was bawling.
"My baby." I saw my mother mouthed the words.
I laughed, as I gave her a wave.
A few of my friends from the basketball team patted my back, as
some girls came to give me hugs.
Soon, we all exited the stage.
We all gathered out to the lobby of the hotel where the
graduation ceremony was held, as I searched the crowd for my
parents.
I spotted them in a corner, each holding a glass of white
wine.
They looked very intent in a conversation they were having with a
girl.
I didn't see her face clearly, since she was facing her back
towards me.
But, I could tell she wasn't from our school.
She wasn't wearing a graduation cap and gown.
Her long, brown hair cascaded just past her shoulders, and she
was wearing a creamy pink dress that fitted her perfectly.
I could tell, just by looking at her back, that she was hot.
A small grin appeared on my face, as I made my way over to
them.
My mothers bloodshot eyes lit up, as she smiled.
"Hunter! Honey, we are so proud of you!" my mother
said, kissing my cheek.
I coughed with embarassment, as I chuckled half- heartedly.
"Mom..." I trailed off.
My eyes flickered to the girl standing before us, as I felt my
heart pump a little.
She looked familiar, but I couldn't point my finger on
it.
She had big, hazel eyes, with dark and long eyelashes framing her
unique eye color.
My eyes were immediately drawn to her heart shaped lips.
They looked soft and kissable.
Who was this girl?
She gave me a small smile, as a blush crept up her neck, making
me smirk.
"Hunter, we're going to talk to the Taylor's for a
minute. We'll be right back." my dad said, tugging my
mother off.
My attention was all on this mysterious, and hauntingly beautiful
girl.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" I finally
asked.
Did
you know that:
The ones
who are the strongest. are the most sensitive?
The ones who are the most nicest, are the most hurt?
The ones who act like they least need love, are the ones who
need it most?
The ones who care about everything, need taken care of
most?
And the ones who smile the widest, are the ones who shed the
most tears?