Prelude

An idea for another writing entered my brain driving home today, Not one of my usual short writings or poems, but an actual story. I'm still thinking about major plot points and I'm way too tired to grind out the first chapter. So I'll start with a prelude...

The grass is green and white fold out chairs are spread out across the field. The only aroma stronger than the grass clippings around me is the perfume of the girls seated adjacent to me. June 24th, graduation day. I thought it would never come.

Dressed in red. I hate the color but dealt with it because it meant my freedom. I love the place in which I am from but the feeling is not so mutual. I've had a cloud over my head for 2 years now. "John C. Adamcyk" the speakers call out the first name. "And we are off!" I think to myself as the names are being called out, and the crowd erupts with clapping and shouts of praise. Further and further down the list they go, coming closer to my name. Finally the speakers call " Levi M. Taite". I don't know if I am just nervous or I was going deaf but I can not hear a thing. I walk up to the stage to accept my degree. The principal hands it too me but neglects to shake my hand. I look at the ground as I pass by. I look back up at the crowd. I have not gone deaf. The roar of applause and praise has subsided to glare and disregard.

I knew it was going to be like this. As I start back towards my seat someone yells something but I choose not to listen. I walk past the row where I am supposed to be sitting. I look to my left at the two empty seats my parents chose not to accept. I throw my cap on the ground and leave the field. That day I got in my car, drove to the interstate and never looked back.