65. Parade

Isabelle

The only thought that was running thorough my mind was "I hate this." Not much longer of rising early. Graduation is a few weeks away and I'm ready. I got ready in a flash, using minimal effort to find an outfit; I settled on something comfy but cute—tights and a tank top.

I made sure to grab some snacks from the kitchen and stuffed them into my backpack quickly. "See you later," I said.

"We're dropping you off at school today. Did you forget it's your senior parade? You have to wear something cute!" My mom pushed me to the stairs and made me change.

I settled on a little pink dress with fluffy pink slides. "Is this better?" I asked with thickness in my voice.

"Much!" She said with a smile and clasp of her hands. "Let's go," she told my dad who was trying to finish his donut. He grabbed my backpack and the truck keys before we all rushed out the door.

"Have you been having too much fun?" My mom asked. "You've barely been home."

"I'm fine mom," I reassured her. I took my ph