High school has become like a stage of the end for you. The stage when you stopped being interested in studying and already dreaming about the future. Well, about the holidays.

At all the lessons you were in the clouds, not really listening to the teacher, but when you heard "Graduation Ball" at one of the lessons, your plans were destroyed. You already dreamed of missing the last day, but this ball obliged you to come.

At the rehearsal you danced with whoever you wanted, but at the graduation itself, it turns out that you were put with a guy you just hated, and it was mutual. You reluctantly stand with him, holding his hand, while he deliberately squeezes your hand almost to the pain, while you wait for the start of the performance.

"I hate you. Try not to step on my feet while we dance." - Oh, he hissed softly in an irritated tone, squeezing your hand.