Here I am. After twelve years of schooling and on the brink of eighteen years of life. On the tenth day of my “last year” at the school that’s been my final step in public education. Seven weeks from a year as a Sandwich Artist. Three days since I broke development and made it to the Woman’s page in a short term modeling career.
Five minutes until dinner my mom said would be cooked an hour ago, after half an hour visiting my dad for a check that took seconds to write. I just spent a few minutes on my phone with a friend who wants to spend some time together tonight. Four hours ago I was in a used bookstore wasting wonderful time lost between isles searching for my book of