2 months later- Kelsey's point of view

I'm about to graduate. I've been through a lot. Michael and I are closer than ever. Lately, I've been wanting him...Like wanting him wanting him. Anyway, Anne finally accepted him. Brandon, ugh, Brandon is in a mental institution for 2 years. Turns out something was wrong with. Wow..Really? Anyway, my name is going to be the last one they call. They just started. Michael was scared to come out to see everyone in town, but he pushed his worries away and came. For me.

Anne and Michael are the only ones here for me. My parents claimed they come, but didn't. As usual. "Brittany Andrews..." This is going to take forever.. I look up and see Anne and Michael. They both wave at me. I wonder if Michael finds it weird to be at my highschool graduation. I mean I am 19. And I'll be 20 tomorrow. "Harper Benson.." Mm on the B's already.. Might not be that long.

1 hour later

Here we go... "Last, but not least, Kelsey Summers!" Everyone in the whole entire auditorium started cheering. Wow...Wait..they always do that for the last person...but still..I like it. I look up and see Anne and Michael jumping up and cheering. Does Anne have a sign..Oh God.. The sign reads: Who's Bad? Kelsey is!!

I can't help but laugh. I walk on stage and take my diploma. While shaking the principal's hand, we take a picture. For some reason, everyone is yelling speech. Oh no! I forgot, the last person as to give a short speech. This school started this thing. They're trying to spread it. I didn't write anything! Oh God.

I slowly walked to the podium. I clear my throat. "Um, I don't really know what to say. I, uh, first want to say I love you, to Anne and my boyfriend, Michael." Everyone looked and Michael put his head down. People started whispering. "Um, where do we go from here, uh?" I laughed nervously. People stared at me. Some people were still focused on Michael. "Life is a precious thing, right? We all get to go and live." I'm totally bombing. "Isn't that Michael Jackson?" Everyone turned and looked at him. Someone else agreed. "Yeah, that is him! From school, 13 years ago!" I heard people whispering rumors they heard.

"Everyone, calm down." "She said that's her boyfriend! She's too young!" "For your information, I'm 20!" People looked at me. "Yeah, thats right! I'm 20! And, yes, that is Michael Jackson from 13 years ago. But who cares? Ignore all the rumors you heard, or are hearing today. Michael is a caring, loving person. He's funny and protecting." "He was like that in highschool!" "See, nothing has changed. He just went through a bad time, and unlike any of you, I helped him." Michael looks up. His eyes focused on mine. Other people looked guilty. They knew they should've tried and help. But they didn't. "Now, if there aren't anymore questions, I would like to try and say something inspiring for these students." No one said a word.

"Ok, um, help the ones who don't say a word. Who don't get any attention. Who don't focus on themselves, but others. Be the one to help." With that, I walked off stage and went to my seat.

I tried to sound inspiring. I came up with all that.