Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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"Miss Rosé, Miss Jennie, how may I help you today?"

"Where do we even begin?"

Mondays are my least favorite days of the week, but you just have to power though it. And I did. I didn't run into Lisa or Nancy, did my work and all that jazz until I heard my murmuring in the hallway on my way to lunch.

Test results are out.

The first words that came out of my mouth were. 'Holy shit.'

Test week was 3 weeks ago and all of a sudden the results are out. Shoutout to the teachers, or educators as they are fondly called at Winterwood, for doing overtime on our papers. We're over 400 students so I hope they get a raise.

The notice board was crammed with students trying to take pictures of their scores, or their friends' scores. Luckily, I have incredible vision thanks to my glasses and was able to see my score, even with the mass of students.

6 As, a B and a C.

Guess where I got a C in? Math, specifically Algebra. But I'm not too bothered. If I can continue to maintain these grades and have a good SAT score, I'm on my way to university.

Speaking of university, Rosé and I scheduled a joint session with Mrs. Hwang, the guidance counselor for 4pm. Everything is always so formal in this school. I didn't think you needed to schedule an appointment like you're visiting the doctor because it never happened at Nevermore.

All we did was walk into the counselor's office whenever we deemed fit and he was more than happy to listen to us.

Winterwood is an exclusive private school and they help students get into elite universities. In fact, some powerful, influential, and famous people attended Winterwood.

We scheduled the appointment and made sure we were on time, which leads us to the very moment.

"You could start from the beginning." Mrs. Hwang jokes, seated behind her large, mahogany desk. Rosé and I crack a smile and visibly relax our nerves.

Mrs. Hwang rarely leaves her office. I've been at Winterwood for at least 4 years, and I can say , I've only seen her a total of 5 times. But, from all the times I've seen her, she looks like a chilled and friendly person.

She reminds me of a cute librarian with glasses perched on her nose, Her figure is quite small and petite, but she tries to hide it with the heels she wears to school.

I don't know how she popped out 3 babies given how small she is but that just goes to show how incredible a woman's body is. Mrs. Hwang is in her late 30s, if I'm estimating currently, but she's aging like fine wine and it looks like she takes care of herself very well because her glossy copper hair shining and her skin is gleaming.

"We're going through a mid-life crisis," Rosé says. I nod my head vigorously. "Exactly what she said."

She adjusts her glasses on the bridge of her nose. "I believe you're both 17. You can possibly be going through a mid-life crisis."

Just because we're young doesn't mean we can't be going through a mid-life crisis. You don't need to be 50 and unmarried with 10 cats before you're in the crisis category. It's called mid-life crisis for a reason, which means it can happen at any point in your life. It's not like life discriminates when it throws curve balls at you.

"Oh, we are." Rosé says, leaning into her chair. "Test results came out today and it really hit me that I'm off to college next year. I don't know what college I want to go to, and I certainly don't know the course I want to study."

She nods in understanding and turns to me. "And you, Miss Jennie? Do you have the same problem?"

"It's similar. I ultimately want to go to law school. But, I don't know what to study or where to go to study." There are like a million universities in this country and endless possibilities. It can be a bit overwhelming when you're asked to choose just one.