r, so it was fun to spend the whole year with somebody I actually like. By the end of the second semester we were given reports to rate one another- a typical pr

position on her bed. She's lying down on her bed with her feet resting

ast thirty minutes," I note as I continue working on

t ready." She adjusts herself and finall

y closet. My eyes land on denim short dungarees and a plain white t-sh

as I move to the small dressing table we

her mid-thigh with a black spaghetti top and I nod in ap

She gives me a nod and I agree with her. When it comes t

eakers on. I style my hair into a high ponytail. Two things I love about myself:

my eyes. I haven't called her in so long. I try to make sure that she's okay and be up to date with her. She was once living with two siblings and now she's all alone because she's the youngest. She was

reating you?" She is a high-school senior, meaning that the

over the phone. She is into event planning and she wants to be a famous wedding planner when she

happens to be the one who knew what she wanted to be when she grows up ever since we were little. I remember once we went to a wedding when she was ten and she

saw the progress one of my best friends achieved after visiting a therapist; she suffered from depression after th

st went with the flow and chose economics. He had a bright future in playing football, but his injury hindered his a

two weeks. I want the vote to be in favour of the Great Gatsb

interested in this conversation and not faking it. I lo

ed Indian themed prom, but I refused to put it in the suggestion

explain to them the reas

n hearing that. This girl is definitely going places. She has great c

er. On spotting Lisa walking out of the building, I tell my sister that I'm going to

th a little hum. "Next time tel

ed person in the gathering. I didn't make a lot of friends during my freshman year; just Lisa and her boyfriend along with another girl called Luna from one of my classes. Lisa se

ect. I work as a waitress in a seven-star-restaurant; it's a part-time job, but the clients there are generous tippers. My parents send me money every month an

es her eyebrows playfully at me, causing me to roll my eyes at her. She knows quite well that I d

scoff as I connect the aux cord

of dating so much!" She whines. "It's not that

at my friend. Lisa was a beauty queen walking on earth. Her Korean baby face is to die for and her honey-brown hair suits

g that demands freedom, yet here you are, afraid of commitments for n

to embark on the dating world. Which type would you be attracted to?" she wonde

my type. Regarding looks, I think I don't have a

olls her eyes at me

ding a conversation with a moron. Even if a miracle happened and I started dating, I'd love my partner to be smart. I would

analyze what's going on around me; I'm the type of person who tends to take a shitload of mental notes about everyone and everything. Maybe my major affects me in some way. Clinical psychology makes you think about everything around you. You don'

her car in front of a grey and white house. It's a place that belongs to on

hite front door. Lisa rings the doorbell and

look?" s

lways, Owen won't be keeping his hands to

tall guy with dark brown hair. "Hey, Lisa." He smiles widely at her, meaning tha

le