I straightened out the blue graduation dress and fixed the slightly out of place cap. Looking around for any familiar faces, I fidgeted with the rope that dangled off my graduation hat, trying to shake the nerves out of my system.

‘Bravo, Case. You're able to street fight like you're cycling but you can't even walk with your back straight and a confident look on your face in these heels,' my conscience chided me.

I sighed, my brain's right, this is stupid. Get a grip, ...