given that to her. “I can’t wait to get out of here. I just want to leave this whole place behind,” she said. “No more high school drama, no more Brendon, no more curfews, no more lame Saturdays working at the grocery store…all new stuff. I can’t wait.” “Yeah, college will be good,” I agreed. I did hate that she would be so far away once we left for school. Two hours in the real world, with new things happening everyday was enough to make anyone drift apart. I’d miss our talks.
