A young man sits in a bright green gown and a cap. Sitting next to him is one of his many friends. At one time he had a crush on her, but that was in the past. She rejected him. He was fine with that and they remained good friends. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around himself. The wind rushes past his ears, whipping his long blonde hair in and out of his face. He nervously smoothed out the gown and closed his eyes, counting to ten as he listened to his valedictorian give a speech in a rap song. The man would not remember what the speech was about a year later, the only thing he could remember thinking was that he could have been up there, giving that speech if he truly cared about it.
He didn't though. The man did not care for fame, despite what he said. All he cared for was to find his place in the word. After his speech, they began handing out the diploma cases. The boy would have gotten one, but they ran out; that upset him a little. The school did not bother to count how many people were graduating so they could'nt get the right number. They were three cases short. He sighed, but then he turned around and smiled. His whole life was now in front of him. He was in control, he was master, he was king, and he was a fool. He thought that he could get a job as soon as he walked out of the school. He thought that people would respect his high school diploma. He was wrong.
He had a diploma, but so did the hundreds of other people who graduated with him. He recalled his friend whispering that she knew what her future was. She whispered the word “death”. He knew that she was cold, and that she was the only person he knew that wanted to become a pharmacist. He did not know that it was also her ultimate goal to die. He looked back at her, and shook his head. She was cold enough to whisper that. He made no comment on it ever because it was her personal moment. He did not know what his future was.
One year later, the same young man is in college. He’s struggling, He does not have a job, He tells everybody he wants to be a lawyer and a detective. He tells them that his heroes are Sherlock Holmes and Jack McCoy. He knows the cold truth about the world now. He doesn’t care about a diploma, it’s just a piece of paper to it. It hurts, but that’s okay with him. He’s still proud of the thirteen years he spent studying. He decides to make it a fourteenth, and goes for his associates in Criminal Justice. He does not have a way to pay for it, the world hasn’t given him money. He’s upset about that.
He’s sitting on his couch, and he’s feeling sick and tired and alone. He texts one of his many friends, he tells this friend that he’s having problems coming to terms. He’s nearly 19 and he doesn’t have a job. His life has amounted to nothing more than a high school diploma. He tells his friend that he isn’t living up to his own expectations. His friend merely nods to him and tells him they’ve been feeling the same way since they turned 18. The next day the boy sits down and closes his eyes.
He looks out the window, and closes his eyes. He thinks for a moment, and he sees into the future. He sees himself in his own home with a wife and a kid. He smiles and has a moment to himself. That’s what he wants. He wants a wife and a kid. He wants to make his own family. But he’s trapped. Trapped by circumstances, trapped by an inability to drive, trapped by an inability to get a job.
He feels like a sloth, he feels like shit. He knows he needs a change, but he doesn’t know how to. He’s still going for his associates still. He’ll be graduating in a year, if he can get the money.
He's also broke.