On The Day We Take Our Graduation Photos นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Victoria POV Smiling as I feel all the cameras in the audience focus on us and take various pictures of us, I continue to hold my diploma open, as well as my other classmates, letting our parents and the various photographers capture this exciting and supposedly important moment. And here we were, at the end of the road. Before I knew it, in what had possibly been the shortest week of my entire life, the long-awaited day finally arrived, my freaking graduation. I know it's no big deal, but I can't help but feel nervous now, that I'm already in the middle of the ceremony, with my diploma and my gown, it feels so unreal...

) “Congratulations, Xee!” Brittania runs towards me at full speed squeezing me tightly. “I’m so proud of you, girl!” “Thanks! But I can’t breathe.” This girl is strong. Flowers and gifts are shoved into my hands, more congratulations are offered, and pictures are taken as I stand in front of the photo arch in my cap and gown. Graduation day. It’s been a long time coming, and at one point, I questioned whether it wouldn’t happen.

Tossing their caps in the air symbolizes the end of the chapter of a graduate's life. As soon as the graduation ceremony officially ended, Kyle and Mira hugged each other tightly and they shared a sweet, quick kiss. "That was perfect, guys! I was able to capture that moment!" Mr. Andrada smilingly said, while showing off his mobile phone. "Oh, we're not done yet, honey! The four of us needs to take a selfie!" Mrs. Andrada reminded her husband. "Oh, right. I almost forgot. Alright, let's all say "Heeyyy!"

Nicole’s POV Graduation day wasn't just a ceremony, it was a grand theatrical production staged for the benefit of high society parents, alumni donors, and local newspapers. Thousands of dollars worth of white and blue hydrangeas lined the aisle of the grand amphitheater, their sweet scent competing with the collective cloud of designer perfumes worn by girls who had spent four years pretending to like each other.

“Are you asking me on a date?” Arthur laughs, though there’s a hint of nervousness in his tone. “I guess I am. Would you say yes?” She pretends to think about it for a moment before giving him a playful grin. “I’d say yes.” * It’s graduation day, and the campus is alive with excitement. The air is filled with laughter, hugs, and the sound of cameras clicking as students take pictures with their friends and families, all dressed in their caps and gowns. Arthur stands near the stage, nervously adjusting the bouquet of roses he’s holding behind his back. His friends surround him, grinning like fools.

I ended the call. I stared at my phone for a second longer than necessary, waiting for it to ring again. It didn’t. “Creepy,” I muttered, tossing the phone onto the bed beside me. I shrugged it off. Probably a wrong number. Or some bored weirdo. Tonight was supposed to be happy, and I wasn’t about to let anything mess with that. Tomorrow was graduation. That was all that mattered. THE D-DAY The school ceremony unfolded like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from.

The sun crept, slow and lazy, over the horizon. Long fingers of amber light pooled in the courtyard where the university had bled and burned just one month prior. Graduation Day didn’t start with screams or celebration. No popping confetti cannons, no blaring music, no hands thrown up in the air with squeals of triumph. No one burst out of the arches, rushing to where the podium had been built. There were only students shuffling in from all directions, shoulders squared and straight in the light of everything they had endured to stand here today.

Tomorrow was supposed to be graduation day—caps and gowns, proud families in the gym, teachers shepherding lines of seniors to their seats. Instead, Ryker’s command rolled like thunder across the Pack link at dawn: Graduation is postponed until my daughter can stand beside her class and receive her diploma.

I cheered, laughing as he pressed me back against the counter, kissing me like he couldn't get enough. And then came graduation day. The morning sun was blazing hot over WSU stadium. The entire campus was buzzing with thousands of students, families, reporters, and luxury sports cars parked along the perimeter. Inside my private workshop attached to our home, I stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the final details of my outfit.

"Good morning, graduate." I laughed. "That sounds strange." "It sounds accurate." We spent the next thirty minutes taking photographs together. At first, I protested. Then I accepted defeat. Graduation apparently came with an unwritten rule that required every student to appear in at least two hundred photographs before receiving a diploma. Eventually, we joined the rest of our friends near the ceremony venue. Laura was helping direct confused family members toward the correct seating sections. Ethan somehow managed to lose his graduation cap less than an hour before the ceremony. Maya was carrying enough supplies to survive a natural disaster.