Dear Little Hattie, Nice backpack, nerd. What are those, your initials embroidered on the front? Is that to keep people from stealing such a clearly awesome bag?
It used to be a haven. When I was little, I was always in the water. Eventually, I fled to the sanctity of the lanes to avoid high-school drama. Nothing like a good workout, body screaming down the pool, to take your mind off chemistry tests and French homework. There, I knew what to expect, […]
“So you’re actually going over there? Like, inside the house?” his friend asked, staring at me incredulously. I smiled and nodded as casually as I could. “Well good luck” he whistled. “Remember to keep an eye on her.”
I turned seventeen in September of my senior year of high school, so the summer I was seventeen was the summer after I graduated from high school. I worked for a day care center that summer, and it was my first job. Well, my first non-babysitting job.