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Dallas’s Perspective

Everything was all worked out. I had cancelled my admission to UT Dallas and my bags were already packed for tour.

It was the day of graduation and I was shaking. This was the ending of everything I had known for most of my life. A chapter was ending, as another one was being written.

Adelaide and I were in my room, getting ready. My hair and makeup had to be perfect when I walked across that stage.

“Hey, relax.” Adelaide told me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I laughed weakly.

“Thanks.” I sighed.

“Dude, we won’t be separated for another year. It’s not goodbye yet.” she reassured me.

“Promise you’ll come home on weekends?” I asked.

“Duh!” She laughed.

We heard a knock on my bedroom door.

“Come in!” I called.

“Hey, you ready?” Zack asked, poking his head in.

“Yeah, we’ll be right out.” I smiled. Zack nodded and closed the door.

“Well, this is it, buddy.” I smiled at Adelaide, linking arms with her.

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“Dallas Austin Frazier.” I heard and got up, walking across the stage, as some boys snickered at my middle name. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw the boys stand up, as well as Lisa, Cassadee, and some of the crew. As I shook hands with the principal, I heard them whooping and clapping. They sat down as everyone turned to stare at them. As I sat down, I noticed that Alex and Zack looked like they were about to cry.

The same thing happened when Adelaide took her diploma, and Jack looked so proud and happy.

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After it ended, Adelaide and I took a thousand pics together and then pics with the boys, and Cass and Lisa.

Zack embraced me in a tight hug, his muscles engulfing me.

“I’m so proud of you.” he whispered into my hair.

He let go of me and I gave Alex a huge hug. I buried my nose in his dress shirt, loving the smell of his cologne.

“You look so scholarly.” he smirked.

“Thanks!” I grinned, tipping my oversized black glasses.

All of a sudden, I felt a huge weight fall into me. It was Jack, trying to climb on my back, and of course we fell onto the grass

“JACK BASSAM BARAKAT YOU FUCKING SKUNKHEADED DOUCHE, YOU GET YOUR TALL SKINNY ASS OFF OF ME RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME---” I screamed, and Jack scurried away, crouching behind Adelaide and whimpering like a kicked puppy.

“She scares me.” Jack whispered and Adelaide laughed.

“IHOP?” Rian asked.

“Robert, you’re my Prince Charming.” I said seriously and Zack laughed, bending over so I could get a piggy back ride from him.

Notes

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