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NO REGRETS
By Liliana Rhodes
Chapter One
Deborah
The sun beat down barely giving any escape. Even under the trees there was no relief. Walking past the old brick campus buildings I had my classes in, I wondered why I never felt so much heat radiating off the bricks before. Up ahead in the clearing students and school administrators milled about waiting. Just beyond them were rows of white wooden chairs facing a long stage.#p#分页标题#e#
As I approached the small crowd of people in their caps and gowns, I wished I thought to bring my sunglasses. Squinting as I looked around, I slipped the black silky material of my graduation gown on like a coat over the tan jeans and cotton button shirt I wore, grateful to not have to mess my chin length bob.
I hoped to look casual like I didn’t care about graduation, but the truth was I cared much more than I cared to admit. Zipping the gown up the front and then draping the red honors sash over my shoulders, I looked like all the other Canyon Cove University graduates. Except maybe a little rounder and definitely shorter.
My weight had been a sensitive issue since my neighbor Patty asked me why I was so fat. I was four at the time and at chubbiest. I didn’t know what fat was, but by the tone of her voice I knew it was a bad thing. I ran home crying and told my grandmother what happened.
Of course Grandma tried to make me feel better by saying we all come in different shapes and sizes, but it didn’t matter. The damage had been done. Since then I was always aware of how much larger I was compared to others. I knew sometimes it was all in my head, but I couldn’t help it. It was like Patty had permanently taken up residence in my head.
Luckily for me, the older I got the less I cared about what others thought. Sometime in high school when I really began caring about clothes, I realized how unfair it was that big girls couldn’t dress cute.
It was around that time that I would go shopping with my girlfriends at the mall and while they had endless stores to choose from, I was lucky to have one. Usually that one store only carried conservative old lady clothes that I was far from wearing as a teen. I was a young girl, I didn’t want to dress like my grandma. That was when I started making my own clothes.
As I walked around, I looked at the faces of the other graduates hoping to find someone familiar, but didn’t recognize anyone. Between working a couple of jobs and school I didn’t have much of a social life, but watching them hug and smile at each other I felt really out of place and like I missed out on something. It didn’t help that at twenty-five they were younger than me by a few years. Shit, why am I here?!
“Deborah! Deborah Hansen!”
Recognizing Ashley Boone’s voice, I turned around breathing a sigh of relief that I wasn’t completely alone, but thinking it odd to see her. Ashley had been my boss at the Winslow Museum for Motion Pictures and was the sweetest person ever. She even offered me her job when she decided to become a stay at home mom. I was happy to call Ashley my friend.
“Ashley! What are you doing here?” I asked as I walked towards her. Looking beautiful as usual with her long dark hair, pouty lips and an orange print sun dress that hugged her curves, Ashley held her infant son Jacob and I was reminded of paintings of the Madonna and child. “Wait, that didn’t come out right,” I said laughing. “I’m glad to see you, but how did you know? I didn’t tell you about this.”