Figuring Shit Out

There are no surprises to this story.

This girl has a shit year, full of friends who have left or are in the process of leaving. Sometimes there's someone to pick her up at ungodly hours to go to McDonald's, sometimes there's only Gilmore Girls and a half finished sock to continue knitting. She's the president of Drama Club. She likes to run. She's in a show, she hates all her classes except history, and more than anything, she feels incredibly alone.

Then there's a guy, of course. A few, actually, since this story is all about honesty. The first one she accidentally treats like trash. The second one is smart and sweet and everything she should like. But she doesn't. And despite her best reasoning she's falling hopelessly for someone hopelessly unattainable.

But she has an out.

She can leave this place early, get away from everything that's been making her miserable and everything she doesn't want to figure out, and instead live with her aunt in a South American country for a couple months. By the time she'd return she'd be able to leave for college and everything would be successfully avoided.

Or she can stay here. Two more semesters. Three more APs. Four more clubs to run and a chance to make the friends she avoided this year, kiss the boys she fled from, and have the senior year experience everyone accounts by the time they have cataracts.

After you hear this story, which one would you choose?