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Chapter 3: Sorry

I get myself together and prepare to make it back to class, silently thanking myself for deciding to wear waterproof mascara this morning.

I give the mirror one last look, running my fingers through my hair and tugging on my skirt, and open the bathroom door to walk out into the long hallway that was decorated with countless lockers.

Right before I reach the classroom, I glance down at my watch and see that I only have about 5 minutes left of first period, so there's really no point in going back. I might as well just roam the halls. It's not like I'm actually skipping class, because I did show up at one point, even if I was a little late.

I walk down the stairs and scoot into our overly-small "lunchroom". It isn't actually a lunchroom, which is why I put the quotes; we just call it that.

I sit down at one of the tables and pull out my phone, seeing that I have a text from an unknown number. It read:

"Sorry"

Sorry? Who was sorry and why? I go through a mental list of people it could be (yes, including Zander- I'm pathetic I know *eye roll*), but I have all of their numbers saved already, so I shrug it off as someone with the wrong number.

Before I can reply to let the person know of their mistake, my best friend Anna runs through the door:

"CARA! Come here! I missed you so much!"

I embrace her in a big hug with a huge smile across my face.

"Ugh, I missed you, too! How are you?"

Even though we hung out all the time during the summer, I haven't seen her in two weeks, and I'm sure all of y'all know what happens when a girl goes more than a day without seeing her best friend... well, semi-best friend in this case.

We quickly catch up over what all has happened the past two weeks, before we part ways after the bell rings to go to our next classes. For me, that next class is AP Anatomy.

*happy dance*

I love Anatomy. The human body is just so fascinating to me, and I've always longed to know more about it. Something about all the names and systems and the responsibilies and functions of certain body parts and how they all work together to keep us alive intrigues me to the point where I can't help but want to know everything about everything.

Don't get me wrong, I already know more than the average girl. I spent my childhood watching surgeries on Saturday mornings instead of cartoons, reading medical textbooks instead of Cat in Hat, and playing in hospitals instead of at parks.

Now before you think I'm insane, allow me to explain myself: I come from a long line of doctors. Almost every ancestor of mine is or has at one point been employed in the medical field. My dad is a neurosurgeon, my mom is an OB-GYN, and someday I plan to follow in their footsteps!

You wanna know a secret? Something that I haven't told anyone before because I'm afraid they'll doubt me or laugh in my face? Well, my absolute dream is to be a medical missions worker in a third world country. I would do anything to be able to do that everyday.

The thought of being able to wake up every morning to help someone who otherwise would not have survived without my presence and resources just makes me want to explode with happiness.