TITLE: 11 DAYS OF WILL
GENRE: YA CONTEMPORARY
My second biggest fear is that I'll wake up one day and realize I've squandered the time away, sucked up all my youth together and spit it out on one wasted shot.
So far, I'm doing an awful job. I've been sitting here for twenty minutes listening to my neighbor shovel her driveway. Our bathroom window is parallel to her bedroom window, which always makes hiding in here kinda like a covert operation, one where you have to check and see if her car is in the driveway before you come to steal a smoke when you don't feel like trekking outside in the cold. I drop my cigarette in a cup of water, hearing the sad little sizzle it makes, when my phone buzzes on the windowsill.
"no school kick off fest starts ... now," Amelia texts.
Today is the first day of winter break, which means yesterday was the last day I'll be stuck inside Iron Hill High until next year. What I do with the next two weeks is entirely up to me, though I'll probably spend half the time with Amelia. She has this way of turning everything boring into fun, like the one person you wish would walk into your lame, comatose party and breathe life into it for you. Amelia can even make calculus mutate into the greatest place you’ve ever been. Though in the end, no matter where you are, you'll either get in trouble or get hurt.