Lost college student

It's graduation day, finally. I wear my bright blue cap and gown proudly, I worked my tail off these past two years for this day. I was finally graduating Modesto junior college with an AA-T degree in communications, not bad. I was heading somewhere, or so I thought. I had no idea what I wanted to major in and even less of an idea of what I actually wanted as a career, *sigh.* I started panicking and found myself wishing that I was in kindergarten again which was the only time that "wanting to become a power ranger when I grow up" was acceptable. And that was that. No worries. No stress. With my AA-T degree, I was ready to attend a four year university. I had my roommates picked out as well as an apartment; I was ready to move in in a few months. As the days flew by and move in date became closer, I texted my rommate that I wanted out. Yup, I cancelled my dreams of finally moving out of my parents home because I didn't know which major I wanted to pursue and came to the conclusion that moving out would be a waste of time and major bucks. I wanted to move out just to move out and "live the fast life" at the time. But the more I thought, I was only damaging my future. I decided to take a semester off to relax and really think about which career I wanted to pursue- which career would actually pay off? I always heard of students with years of education under their belt left careerless and in debt, I wasn't going to take that chance or be that person. I did tons of research with spring semester right around the corner and still have no idea what I want to major in. Maybe I can open up my own business? Or make YouTube videos? Or write a bunch of novels? I don't know, but I do know that being unsure of which career you want to pursue is okay. It's a big decision and there are a lot of options. My best advice would be to do what you love, regardless of whether or not it'll pay off because if you genuinely love it, it most likely will. You will make the best of it. It's okay to be frightened or unsure, just don't let it get in the way of you living your life and realize that you're not alone.

Sincerely, lost college student

Boss

A last single teardrop squeezed out of her eyelid and rolled down onto her chin. She wiped the fat teardrop off with her index finger and decided it was time to take action. She was the author of her story; she was the one who was going to decide whether she was going to have an amazing life or a draining one. She decided to accept all of the bad things that had happened to her in the past, store them in a box, and look forward. The future looked brighter. And she realized that it was going to be brighter because she was going to make sure that it was. She slipped on her favorite pair of fuzzy pink slippers and pulled her blonde hair back. She put her favorite music on and danced until her feet hurt and her voice drifted away. Life is good, as a matter a fact, life is great. And she decided that she was going to be the boss of how she felt and how any of her days would go by from now on.

You live on

You're gone, but you live in me. You live in all of our insiders, love sessions, and fights. You live in all of your favorite stores, books, and foods. You live in the music I listen too and in the stars that I count, in the fragrances that I come across.You live in my memories, in all of the moments we've had together, in photos and videos. You live in the person that I've become today. You're everywhere that I look, even when I try to forget about you. When I close my eyes, you live in my dreams. And when I cry, you live in my teardrops. But most importantly, you've never stopped living in my heart. With every single heartbeat of mine, you live on.

Glow

My fingers laced with hers and I'd never felt so complete in my entire life. Suddenly, the empty feeling that had been present in my chest for so long dispersed. I felt whole. We were the perfect fit. Our fingers fit perfectly, they were made for one another. I squeezed her soft hand a little tighter, yet gently. She didn't seem to mind at all, she gave mine a gentle squeeze back. The sand beneath me felt nonexistent at the moment; I felt like I was floating in space. And even though butterflies were present in my stomach, I had never felt so at ease, so comfortable. Things had never felt so right. I snuck a glance at her, she was glaring out onto the ocean, her face looked peaceful and content. I continued sneaking glances at her, she was even more beautiful than the beach itself. As a matter of fact, she was more beautiful than anything I'd ever laid my eyes on. I couldn't quite pinpoint why or how, but she just had this glow about her, in her own little perfect way, and I wouldn't change a thing. 

The escape

He shut the door behind him as hard as he could, with all of the strength in his body, it was about time. After all these years, he finally listened to his heart; he was tired. He'd had enough. He felt his feet lifting and landing, his legs moving forward like they had minds of their own, like they were thanking him for allowing them to let loose, to escape. The dark, full clouds above him released rain, all at once, hard and rapid, as though they felt his pain. His sorrow. He felt the raindrops pouring down on him, his pants getting heavier and heavier, but his legs still moving as fast as lightning.Thunder followed. He closed his eyes and released the teardrops that he'd held in for so long, he felt as though his teardrops overpowered the amount of rain that was pouring up above him. He felt as though he was going to drown in his own tears. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew that anywhere would be better than where he had just escaped from, anywhere. Suddenly, he was angry. Angry. Tired. Upset. His legs finally gave up on him, he dropped to his knees and lay his forehead on the hard, wet cement floor. He was breathing rapidly, trying to catch up with his breath. Suddenly, he looked up, tears still pouring down from his face, mixing in with the rain. 

"GOD, answer me. Answer me if you're up there God. Why me. You put me into this shit, now get me out of it," he bellowed, "Please just get me out of it."

Amir didn't like feeling sorry for himself. He located a sturdy tree and lay his back against it, a good resting place until he found somewhere warm to sleep. He was used to long, cold nights. And he felt safe. He knew he'd made it far enough to where they couldn't catch him. 

He felt his eyes shutting, slowly, and didn't know whether he wanted them to ever open again or not.