I've known you for a while, but I'm just now realizing that I don't know very much about you. Tell me about yourself.
I love to write. I want to be a journalist, author, or something of the sort when I get older, so I can make my hobbies into a career. Do you have any thoughts on what you want to do?
Some job that doesn't take much brains, like working on a farm or something.
That's not true! You've changed from when I first met you. And besides, I don't have any friends. I do just fine without them, but if they were all like you, things may be different.
You like Margot better than me, don't you? That's ok. Margot's everything I'm not. She's beautiful, smart, liked by adults, considerate... I bet when you leave here you're going to forget about me and our friendship. You'll be talking to your friends, calling me Mrs. Quack Quack like before.
Peter, have you ever kissed a girl?
Once, but it was blindfolded and at a party, so I don't think it counts.
A bell rings. It's now nine o'clock.
I have to go. My mom is expecting me home now, and she gets worried easily.