I'm sitting on the couch with my friends Lucas Krapf and Pammy Subkoff, and their flipping through the latest issue of Teen Vogue, debating whether or not Pammy should get bangs.
"Hey, maybe Trina could go too?"
"Don't forget, we have to go prom-dress shopping before I leave."
"I think it should just be a Song girl thing this time."
"I didn't get into UVA"
"I'm so sorry, honey"
" Do you really think it'll be that easy for me?"
"Okay, so this fall you'll go to William and Mary or U of R or wherever you get in, and we'll visit each other all the time, and you'll apply to transfer for next year, and then you'll be with me at UVA! Where you belong!"
It's Friday night at Gabe Rivera's house after the lacrosse game. Our school won, so everyone is in very fine spirits, Peter most of all, because he scored the winning shot.
"Is this yours?"
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"Uh, yeah" "Can you put that back inside? It's for a promposal for my girlfriend. It's supposed to be a surprise.
No, this is perfect. Anyways I read that stargazing is a waiting game no matter where you are.