Two more days. Just two more, and maybe next year Dad will let me go to Westerberg. I mean, come on, I'm 17 years old! I'm older than everyone in my grade, too. And I mean, I can be trusted around boys. All I want is a year like a normal girl, with my friends, not stuffed away in some nun.
I suppose I should be happy to be in school at all
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