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A Night at the End
We’ve been friends for 2 years now; the entirety of high school, actually. The first day of class ended and we had to get on the bus to get back home; it was an interesting experience for me, because it was my first time really riding anything else other than a car. Most of my education and studies took place in schools and located near my house, so buses were still a foreign concept to me.
I got on and met the first member of our friend group. She asked me if she could sit with me; it made me realize that I wasn’t the only one that still hadn’t talked, or knew anyone, for that matter. Every day, she’d sit with me and we would talk about whatever we felt like. Shortly after, two other girls that sat behind us heard our conversation and though we were interesting and funny, so they joined. After a few days, I met this guy too; I had a lot in common with him, so we quickly became very good friends too. The rest is history, really; our group kept growing and growing, until we reached thirteen members, and all of us ride the same bus home. People would see us and think that we were acquaintances at most, they thought there was no way such a big circle of friends could reach the intimacy that two best friends reach. We did, though; it was quite amazing.
When our group got around ten members big, we decided that we needed our own space on the bus so we could all talk and do whatever we felt like, so we eventually took the back of the bus entirely to ourselves. We always fill all the seats and madness ensues on a daily basis. We know that we bother people on the front with how loud we are, but we still have our fun; I sometimes get the feeling that the reason as to why no one ever tells us to be quiet or anything is because the everyone actually enjoys our energy and joyful behavior every day we ride the bus. They truly are a happy and energetic bunch. It’s because of this that it’s so hard to say goodbye to them.
We just graduated from high school; most people went to the prom to celebrate, but we decided to make our own celebration: a graduation dinner at night, just the thirteen of us. We wanted to make it very special; it’s a celebration of not only our graduation, but of our friendship as a whole too. We’re all going to different schools, and even the people that will go to the same place will major in different areas, so they’ll rarely see each other. It’s the last we’ll see each other as high school classmates; after this we’ll become college freshmen, and everyone will be on their own.
I realized most of this before leaving home, and realized how important this dinner would be; it wasn’t just going out to go see a movie like every other time. This time it meant something, it would mark the end of a very big part in our lives. Will we be able to feel happy during our celebration? Will we be able to smile and laugh? I don’t even know why I asked myself this.
We acted as if we were on the back of the bus after finishing up our classes for the day; we made a lot of noise, we laughed out loud and people looked at us weird, like always.
It was with smiles that we said goodbye to our high school lives. We don’t know for sure if we will still feel as close as we do a year from now, or if some will even keep in contact with the rest of us. Most we could do was make the most out of the present; none of us know what might happen in the future, but we know one thing for sure: that night will be eternal proof of our friendship and of how much we all appreciate each other.
It’s time to move on. It’s time to continue our life long search for happiness, with them always in my mind.
