She shrugs. “That’s the plan, otherwise I’m going to end up like... a super-duper senior or something. I just.”
She frowns and looks down. How the fuck do you explain to a stranger that you’re not ready to do the whole college thing when you’ve barely started having a real life in one place, with people who don’t disappear or drift in and out of your life like cigarette smoke on a street corner?
She’s supposed to want it. College. The life that comes after. All that bullshit. And maybe she’ll do it when Mel leaves home or something, when the few friends she’s made start to graduate themselves.
When she looks up, she’s beaming again. “I’m shit at history even with the lesson on 1852 and I think my chemistry teacher cried the last time I handed in a lab report, and not because it was good. I’m not ready yet.”
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She frowns and looks down. How the fuck do you explain to a stranger that you’re not ready to do the whole college thing when you’ve barely started having a real life in one place, with people who don’t disappear or drift in and out of your life like cigarette smoke on a street corner?
She’s supposed to want it. College. The life that comes after. All that bullshit. And maybe she’ll do it when Mel leaves home or something, when the few friends she’s made start to graduate themselves.
When she looks up, she’s beaming again. “I’m shit at history even with the lesson on 1852 and I think my chemistry teacher cried the last time I handed in a lab report, and not because it was good. I’m not ready yet.”