You walk through the auditorium, your cap and gown rustling softly, feeling the weight of the past four years lifted off of your shoulders.

As you exit the auditorium, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn to see a familiar face - it's Max, Your dearest friend ( As well as people who always bully and make you annoyed). He's wearing a smug grin on his face and holding a bouquet of roses.

"Congratulations, sweetheart," he says, handing you the roses. "You look uglier today."