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OLIVIA: This is it. We’re really here. Finally.
BEN: You were looking forward to this?
OLIVIA: Of course.
BEN: It’s really not as interesting as you think. When my sister graduated in this very room three years ago, I can’t remember anything from the ceremony except falling asleep.
OLIVIA: Silly, I don’t care about any of this.
BEN: Then what in the—
OLIVIA: Once we walk across that stage and take that fake piece of paper, it’s official, we’re free. Do you realize how long we’ve been preparing for this day? Twelve years. Twelve years of school. Four years of high school. We were just itty bitty babies when we first started; we didn’t know anything about college or student loans or budget cuts.
BEN: Yeah, something that like that.
OLIVIA: Are you excited?
BEN: …I’m not sure.
OLIVIA: Oh come on, you had the whole school year to think about it.
BEN: That’s the thing. There’s a lot I regret about this year. Always telling myself I had enough time. “Ah, it’s fine, I’ll think about it later,” or “I can do that next week, when I have time.” I was constantly saying that and look where I am now. The end, we’re done. And I can’t do anything about it now.
OLIVIA: I’ve always wanted to join a club. The knitting club. Gosh, I love knitting. But I was always so busy, I’d always say I’d go someday. And I never did.
BEN: That’s sure unfortunate.
OLIVIA: There was also this amazing English teacher I had in tenth grade. She made class so fun, but she left the next year, and I never got to tell her how awesome she was. I never knew I could miss a class so much until it ended.
BEN: I get that.
OLIVIA: What do you regret, Ben?
BEN: …There was this person I saw in the halls a lot. I never talked to her, but she had a presence about her that drew in whoever she spoke to. I liked that time she decorated her friend’s locker when they weren’t looking. She seemed sweet, but I never have the guts to say anything.
OLIVIA: Aw, so you never got to talk to her?
BEN: Nah…not ‘till today.
END
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