45. The Fallen Angel

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NEW YORK CITY

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[ K A R A ]

You would not remember much from school. I certainly didn't.

I had been in school for as long as I could remember. And finally, after 4 years of higher education, I was officially a permanent resident of what they called, the real world.

What had I learned from all these years of studying? I had no idea.

Today was my graduation day. Lacey and Peter actually flew out from Hawaii for the ceremony. Just the two of them though, no Ryder, just in case you were wondering.

After he left New York last year, I heard from my mom that he went back to Hawaii for a bit, before leaving again to God knows where. Ryder hadn't been home since and he never told anyone where he was going. Sometimes he'd sent postcards to Peter, but that was about it. Lacey said the last postcard from Ryder was about a month ago, and he was somewhere in Mexico.

So as Ryder had decided to become a wandering nomad, I h