A Forgotten Kids Excerpt

It was strange that I had succumbed to depression in what should have been a jubilant occasion, but other than my close friends, no one noticed. I sat on that cold bench – every adjustment I made gave me the chills from the squealing sound and rough base – and watched my fellow students break away from the standard control that was required while on campus. The scene rivaled a riot, but with smiles and hugs instead of flaming objects and punches. Crushes came close to each other, friends built their relationships, teammates strengthened their bonds, and faculty members were proving they weren’t as dull as many of the students assumed them to be. In fact, I believe I even saw Father Schuler having a raucous time – as in raucous I meant he was smiling, laughing, and not judging the actions of the students. It was one of the few times we had been allowed to be kids while on school grounds.

I stood, but yet remained unnoticed. Scotty was the center of attention, receiving all the praise for essentially doing nothing and relying on his teammates to bail him out. Wendy and him were close, grins across their face as if they had always been sweethearts and nothing and no one could break their romantic destiny. They kissed amongst the joyful chaos. It was a scene that belonged fifty years in the past; the moment was actually tender – however, I would be lying if I thought it to be charming.

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