[center][h1][color=LightGreen]Taylor Carson[/color][/h1]
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The day that Taylor had thought would never arrive had finally arrived. Graduation. For most it represented the start of an exciting journey into the future. The shackles of education would be lifted and these young adults could go and pursue their dreams. This was not the end, it was the beginning of a much better journey. Careers, University, even families. Everything was up for grabs for the graduating class of Pinewood Ridge High.

For Taylor Carson, it was anything but a great thought. Despite his best attempts to try and convince himself otherwise, Taylor couldn't help but stay in the funk he was currently in. For him, Graduation signalled the end of the routine had had been used to for the past four or so years. Leaving school meant the end to this routine and he now had to start making actually adult like decisions. Decisions he wasn't ready for. His whole life he had threw himself at something, anything, to distract himself from the horror that was his home life. Now his main source of distraction had dried up and he now needed a new distraction.

So tonight was the final Howrah, the final night where he could claim he was a high schooler. At least he could reminisce a little longer. Tonight involved talking, something he wasn’t exactly keen on doing. He had also decided to invite his parents, something his grandpa had advised against. It was in vein as they both told him where he could stick his invitation. Since his early teenage years his relationship with them had soured greatly. He would have invited his grandpa however given his older age there was no way he would have gotten through the graduation ceremony yet alone the after party.

So here he was alone. Something he was used to, but at the same time wasn’t. He entered the main hall, looking around at all the people who had already arrived. He was wearing an all black suit, minus the tie. He had noticed that several of the students had already started grouping together. Not wanting to disturb anyone he simply walked over to the punch table and poured himself a cup of the pinkish liquid. Staring at the cup he took a small sip before walking over to a table and taking a sit, observing everyone.