I probably forgot to tell you that there’s another small problem aside from Miss Sweet Sixteen, and that is that the love of my life has absolutely no idea that I even exist. I don’t know how I’m going to stand the wait. But it’s going to take me two more enormous weeks. I’m definitely nowhere, sitting around being only fourteen, but it’s absolutely hopeless-I mean, there’s nothing I can do about it until I’m fifteen. Especially seeing as how the person I happen to be madly in love with is seventeen. And for the plans I’m making I absolutely have to be fifteen practically instantly. Except for times like Christmas vacation and summer, it seems like the years take forever to drag by. At least that’s the way they treat us.Īnother drawback is how long it takes. One day you’re the biggest big shot in the entire middle school (among the girls anyway) and the next you’re little Miss Nobody, which is exactly what everyone else in the whole high school seems to think about freshmen. There are so many horrendous things about being fourteen that I’d have a fit if I had to name half of them. Yes sir, thirteen was definitely first-rate. You’re in the graduating class, and even if it’s only the top of a bunch of little kids, it still makes you feel really special. When I think about all the time I wasted last year moaning about how gross it was to be thirteen, I could kick myself.
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