We sat on the beach, or, half of us did. The sky was clear and waves crashed rhythmically against the sand. There were four of us, sitting on hard-backed chairs, just listening to the ocean. The city and the party atmosphere was only 100 yards away, but it all seemed to fade into nothing as we sat, and talked, and listened.
We were on vacation. The previous few days we’d spent enjoying various forms of debauchery in a never-ending party. In total, there were eight of us, and we were there to have fun. Fun is exactly what our other four friends were searching for while we sat, feet tucked in the sand, talking.
We talked about life, and love, and leaving. The magic of high school was over, and it really began to sink in that life was going to change. A wave of nostalgia flowed over me as we discussed the new adventures we’d be heading out on. My best friend sat to my right and I turned to look at him. He was looking up, staring into the stars. He closed his eyes and just breathed. It was the first time I had seen him relax in months.
As our talk continued, I felt a weight lift from my chest. I didn’t even realize it was there or what it was from, but it was such a relief when it was gone. I looked up to the stars and closed my eyes. Maybe my friend felt the same relief. Like a closure to our old life and the beginning of a new one.
We ended our trip and our high school career on a beautiful note. It has set the tone for my new life.
Castle Paradigm 