On The Day We Take Our Graduation Photos Novels & Stories

Josh's mom stood beside mine, likely working together to ensure that they took the best photos of the both of us together. "How about one more with the group? There's not nearly enough of those." Melissa spoke up as she looked into my mom's camera, smiling proudly as if it were only the first of many photos that had been taken today. But as the sun began setting, we finally saw it as a moment to request no more photos, given that I had seen the camera flash more times today than I have before in my life. It was our graduation, not our wedding day. Which given a second thought, sounded strange to assume that we could someday be married.

"Can you tell me, please?" "Of course!" Nina chirped. "Daddy said that he fell in love with Mommy at first sight at their high school graduation ceremony. They took a picture together that day, and it's still hanging above their bed." She then took a picture and sent it to me. When I opened the image, it was none other than our graduation photo. Except this time, the person standing in the middle—me—had been edited out. Beside it hung a vintage-style wedding portrait of Summer and Malcolm.

Flashback: The morning should have been ordinary. It was supposed to be the last day of high school. The final day before graduation. The day everyone promised to take photographs, exchange signatures in yearbooks, laugh over old memories, and promise to stay in touch was memorable. Isabella had even laid out her school uniform the night before. Her graduation ribbon rested neatly on the chair besides her desk. She had planned to bring a camera. Roman had joked he would never smile in a class photo.

This is the real couple. I looked up at the cheerful texts bouncing around and couldn't help but laugh. Bruno followed me to look up, but he did not see anything. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing," I said, squeezing his hand. "I just thought, it's so nice to have met you." ... It was sunny on graduation day. I wore my graduation gown, taking my first photo with Georgia in front of the teaching building. She had done her makeup beautifully, but her eyes were a bit swollen.

Once the graduation ceremony is over, I take a five-hour train ride to meet my boyfriend, Blake Jones. While I wait for him at the station, I come across a popular post on Reddit. "Am I Overreacting? My Childhood Friend Ditches Me for His Girlfriend, and I'm Pissed. "His girlfriend is my best friend, and the three of us have always been close since we were kids. He's always been really sweet to both of us. "Two days ago, I had a fever, and he rushed me to the hospital in the middle of the night. He even took a day off to keep me company. When my supervisor rejected my thesis, he stayed up all night to help me revise it… "I never used to mind his relationship. But now, whenever I hear

I looked at her. "That's what everyone keeps telling me." "Because you're terrible at resting." "I graduated at the top of my class." "Exactly. You'd probably turn resting into a competitive sport." I laughed again. Then she pulled me toward the group gathering for photographs. For the next hour, I forgot about the email. We took ridiculous pictures. Serious pictures. Pictures with our degrees held up like trophies. Pictures with our caps thrown into the air. I smiled until my cheeks hurt. And somewhere between one photograph and the next, I realized something that startled me.

On the third day of our graduation trip, my childhood sweetheart finally turned his camera toward me. But after taking only a few pictures, he frowned and lowered the camera. "Not a single one is worth keeping." A classmate beside us looked confused. "Huh? When you photograph Zoey, you barely have to try to get an amazing shot." A dull ache spread through my chest, and I clenched my fingers tightly. Lucas Hudson lowered his camera and said, "Forget it. We're done. You're just not very expressive in front of the camera. No matter how I photograph you, you always look the same." Then he casually stopped a young man standing by the roadside with a camera. "Hey, buddy, take a few pictures o

The day we take our graduation pictures, I come across a photographer's post. In the caption, he writes, "I've been a photographer for ten years, and this is the first time I've ever done a wedding shoot on the same day as the bride's and groom's graduation! "They're both gorgeous, and they're incredibly patient. The groom doesn't even touch his phone. He just keeps gazing at the bride with so much love. "I spend all day shooting, and my camera's memory card is completely full. But getting to photograph a couple this perfect makes it all worth it!" I think about how my boyfriend, Zack Warner, is absent from our graduation photo session that morning, leaving us without a single picture to

My eyes scanned through the crowd, taking a mental note to myself, of the joyful expressions on everyone's faces and just made sure it remained there until the end of my speech. Once, I was done giving my speech and all the diploma certificates had been handed out— the real fun then begun. Around the park, we went. Taking photos after photos with a bunch of people. Some we knew and were relatives, but some were just random classmates we barely even knew. I guessed at that point, there was no barrier. Nobody cared. We were just too lost on the true purpose behind a graduation day which was getting ourselves in the state of careless happiness. And as for me, that was the day I shall never forg

Then, Karen and I went back to our seats together without paying any attention to Lorenz, who was still at the other side and yet to take his step on the stage. Our graduation ceremony successfully ended with us throwing our black graduation caps in the air. It was a high-school tradition, but there was nothing wrong with doing that in college. It was cool. Soon after, we took some pictures together on our chairs, on the stage, and either side of the graduation hall.