And the fact that friendship and relationships at a distance does not happen is all nonsense, right?

And Kirya, of course, I will miss him, but thank God I didn’t have time to fall in love with him, I don’t know, you can think like that at all, but I’m in my brain and no one else hears me, and parting will not be so painful for me , but it will surely break his heart.

It was decided that I will tell my friends about my departure at the end of the evening, when graduation comes to an end, I don’t want to spoil their mood, let them remember most of this day happy and carefree.

I sat for reflection and self-flagellation for several hours and realized that I needed air. She went out into the yard, taking parchment and a pencil. I always draw when I need to forget and distract myself. The idea comes by itself. I draw a portrait of ours with Olya and Kir. This will be my gift to them.

And that's it, I'm in personal nirvana.

I returned home in frustrated feelings, the phone was torn from calls and SMS from Cyrus, Vasilko and my mother. I sent an SMS to my friends that my head hurts a lot and I’m already going to bed, I’ll write tomorrow, I just don’t have any strength to talk to them today, I won’t have anything to tell them, but I don’t want to tell the truth.

I put all my emotions into parchment and now I am absolutely devastated.

Chapter 2

I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock. Feeling as if the skating rink walked over me, and my head was cut off. Gotta, gotta get your butt up, go get some breakfast, take some painkillers, and take a shower.

Time flies at the speed of sound, my beauty fairies came for today and the heat rushed. That's just ... I was waiting for this so much, but now I feel nothing but a suffocating longing. The feeling that she covers my body with her nasty sweaty paws and makes her way with crooked fingers where she is not supposed to be - in the very core. Sadness about what will never happen to me here, about unfulfilled dreams and plans, literally makes my stomach shrink so much that it becomes difficult to breathe.

- Baby, can you get some water? And then your experiences wrapping is already visible. Don't be afraid, we'll make a candy out of you. hairstylist Valentina pats me on the shoulder reassuringly, naively thinking that I'm worried about my appearance.

Well, of course, but because of what else can a schoolgirl worry on the day of her prom?

And for sure it would be my reason for nervousness, but not today - now this is a mere trifle. If you believe the words of the mother - I expect her one prom. Second try, if everything goes wrong today. And in fact, tonight doesn’t concern me at all, because in a couple of months I have to go to damn school again. American Classical High School Seniors from American Classics Film about American Classical Teenagers

Here's the damn thing.

- Everything is fine, and I trust you, - I smile encouragingly, although it would not hurt to cheer me up now, - just a general jitters. This is an important event in the life of any student.

-That's right, honey. She said nothing more, leaving me to boil in a cauldron of my own thoughts.

I had my hair styled in a low, chaotic bun with a parting and applied evening nude makeup with waterproof mascara. Mom and I chose the dress together, long and tedious. Almost white in color with a small large lace, the fabric of the dress itself is translucent, on thin straps, with a V-shaped deep neckline, expanding from the waist to the bottom - it becomes light, free, flowing, and on the right there is a slit almost to the thigh, which is visible when walking. Beige sandals with high heels, and I might not even break my neck.

Well, in general, it's perfect.

I look at myself in the mirror and can’t believe my eyes - a beautiful, adult girl is standing in front of me (and I’m not talking about age), my mother comes up from the back, stands next to me and I see tears in her eyes.

-Mom, you don’t need to breed dampness, look at yourself, how beautiful you are, don’t spoil your makeup, I’m not getting married after all.

I just can't believe my daughter is so grown up. Time flew by, and I did not notice when. Everyone, let's go, otherwise we'll be late.

Mom decided that she would take me herself so that nothing would happen. I turn to the window looking at the bustle of the city, everyone is running somewhere, late, and I am thinking about how in two days I will be across the ocean, my life will change, and the unknown scares me, the only person I will have there is my mother .

The mood sucks.

We drive up to the school, I'm shaking all over, I have to squeeze and unclench my fingers and shake, otherwise I look like an alcoholic. Cyril, Olya and Andrei (Vasilka's boyfriend) are already waiting for me on the driveway. I put on a fake smile and click my heels towards them.

I see with what admiration Cyrus looks at me, sparkle and love in his eyes, a warm smile on his lips. Cap is full! And I have to break this angel's heart today. I’ll definitely get drunk, although after the last time I said that I didn’t drink anymore. It happens, yes.

- Hello, my joy! Finally, I couldn't wait to meet you! - the guy flies up to me and starts circling, and I meet my mother's eyes, she purses her lips, and we look into each other's eyes with each rotation, and we understand everything without words, I see how sorry she is. And I'm sorry.

- Hello, my dear, I'm glad to see you too. - In a light kiss, I touch his lips so as not to smear him with lipstick too much.

I have prepared a gift for you, just open it at home. He gives me the box. I decided to give mine as well. Olya shed a tear. Cyril began to hug me even tighter.

Our parents took probably a thousand of our joint photos and then I will definitely thank my mother for this when I lie in the American room of a typical American schoolboy on a big bed and yearn and cry and wipe my snot on a plush bedspread.

- Well, let's go? The couple enter adulthood. - and we went inside to the general laughter.

Vasilko and I are drinking martinis and we have already drunk decently, whiskey guys. And of course, all this is hidden from the teaching staff and do not ask how we carried everything through.

We all go out into the gazebo, the cool evening air helps to sober up our brains and pull ourselves together, but I still shudder.

You need to tear off the patch quickly.

-I have something to tell you. Just please don't interrupt me and just listen. – I am immediately seized by panic and I begin to crumple the hem of the dress in my hands.

Three pairs of eyes stared at me.

Exactly in a day, my mother and I will be sitting on an airplane, flying away to another continent forever. How dramatic, though.

All three of them have bigger and bigger eyes, they sit looking at me like I’m a ghost, Olya’s tears begin to flow and his mouth opens and closes immediately, while Kirill’s chest rises strongly, breathes heavily and often, as if he ran a long distance.

-What did you say? Cyrus blurts out, and I can hear his voice trembling.

It's too tragic. Too much. I'm trying my best not to burst into tears.

- I myself found out about this only yesterday, my mother put me simply before the fact, tomorrow night we have a plane to America. Mom is getting married. - I don’t say the exact time of departure on purpose, I don’t want one of them to come to accompany me to the airport, because it will be unbearably bitter.

But you can't fly away! How are we? What about me? I love you so much. We had plans! Kirk jumps up and nervously treads his feet. - You ... you can live with me, I'm sure that the parents will not mind! - he comes and squats in front of me, and looks trustingly into my eyes, like a lost kitten.

-Kir, I'm so sorry, dear, so sorry, - God, I don't know what I should say to him, but I'm really sorry, I could love him and we could bring all the agreed plans to life, - but my mother made it clear that I am flying and this is not discussed, I already offered her this option ...