Chapter 13

I am the ultimate observer. Flys on the wall strive to be me. I'm the caregiver of the world. My decisions, sound and true. My heart, bigger than all the hearts of the Care Bears put together, and them some.

But when people are turnt, who knows what could happen.

Homecoming was a wonderful night, my friend. Beautiful. As the pep rally began, I could feel the emotions of everyone around me simple surging out of control like a flood. As the crowd went crazy for Nate Dogg, Romu, and the players, I went wild. I didnt even have to be close to any of them, I would go crazy, swinging my shirt around (I wasnt shirtless) like the others. Maybe its cause I was in grade 12. In the other years, I didnt really feel connected to the whole homecoming thing, but this year was completely different. I dont know. Was I overcome with excitement? Was it the high generated from my existence as a grade 12, my primal desire to do everything and anything for my final year taking over everything else? Maybe.

The game itself was kinda wonderful. If I could find the right word, it'd probably be along the lines of 'unfortunate'. Make no mistake, we definitely won the game; losing a homecoming wouldve resulted in major disturbance and a huge kerfuffle among the student body. What was so unfortunate was the weather. A brisk -6 might not seem like much to Winterpeggers, but no one was prepared for the sudden freeze. People were out in thin sweaters, and contrary to the weather forecast, the afternoon hit absolute zero. Some of the vendors decided not to show up, probably out of fear of having their produce freeze. It was still a great game, and come halftime, everyone was extremely excited to go inside and watch Osbourne Station; one of the school bands, perform. Once it ended, no one sighed. They were just happy to be warm for a few minutes, and were ready to once again dedicate their freezing bodies and fiery passion to the football team. After the win, everyone was ecstatic.

To party, that is.

And what a unique homecoming party it was. Me and some friends went to the hosts house early, helping with the set up, and having some fun of our own. It wasnt really meant to be a homecoming party, actually. If anything, it was just a party' that happened to be on homecoming, but you know how high school works. The party itself was wonderful, everyone really enjoying themselves, spirits high and whatnot. But then a table broke. My friend broke it actually. She was sitting on the edge, along with about 7 other people, and it just collapsed, its wooden lifespan exhausted by people. Then people came, a lot uninvited, who stopped by because 'someone told them that someone told them that someone knew someone who knew someone who was throwing a homecoming party.' This is where I rose. Among the football kids, I shone, kicking people out and politely telling people outside to move along. It hurt, forcing people to find or have their own party. But whatever, I did what I could. I shone bright like a diamond that night. Whether it was helping my friends who got a little to excited, or being a liason between the house party and the massive, wild public party at Munson park (which got shut down), I was there. For my friends. For the people. For me.