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The final year of high school is always the best. You finally realize what it is like to grow up and to get out of all the bad habits of the past. Everything feels fine when it does not and nothing feels wrong when it does. Redundant.

I thought I would not have to worry about anything; I was so wrong.

Stumbling across another person’s path was one of the least things I wanted, but it became more than coming across a “path.” It was way more than that.

I realized so much of everything wrong I said. I realized so much of myself and how unaware of my “awareness” was in middle school despite saying “I am so aware of everything.”

I already had moved on from those times. I was just beginning to start fresh again until…

She showed up.

And now, I have to restart all over; I will not ever know how long it will take to feel like I once did the first day of senior year.

The screenplay is out now.