The Event
Sandra had been waiting for a long time now. The cigarette she held between her fingers continued to burn down. She watched as the ash was whisked away by a quick breeze, wishing that she could do the same. Be whisked away. She threw the stub on the grass, but didn't stomp it out. Her mother had always warned her that one day she would cause a fire, but that was yet to happen, and she didn't think it was likely today. Everyone was lined up in their graduation robes. Julie waved at her from the line of white students, all looking like they were the shit. Sandra looked away embarressed. Math had been her downfall, so there would be no collecting of certificate for Sandra today. Screw math, no one ever used it in the real world anyway.
