Seven Months Before Due

“Flaunt what you have. Forget what you don’t. Smile. And please, at least look like you’re having a good time.” I have imagined my senior year to play out very smoothly. A brand new car, a good set of grades, a spot in the swimming team, and David Landers cheering me on as I dive into the water. Turns out a lot of girls (and boys) wanted the same thing. And this leaves me with a completely different turn out. Turns out you can’t have what you don’t work insanely hard for. It was okay, but I wanted it to be better. Luckily, things started spiraling up for the better during physics class when my friends decided that they hated seeing me drool over a boy I can actually have. With the help of a classy darling, an artsy hippie, and a boy magnet I cross my fingers and wish all the luck for the lazy misfit to find love in only a span of seven months.