The past few days have been a haze of trying to get everything turned in before graduation. I’m trying not to think about Addie every moment of the day and avoiding any kind of deep conversation with Katy. I don’t know what to tell her about Addie yet, and she’ll definitely want to know. It’s our last Life Skills class today. I’m disappointed and relieved. Relieved that it’s over, but disappointed that I’ve lost the easy excuse to see Addison. I jog up the steps and into the classroom, but she’s not here yet. And I realize how much I’m anticipating seeing her when my chest hits the floor at her absence. Just as the teacher stands up, Addie walks in. She flashes me a smile and takes the seat next to me. Our teacher is rambling on today about financial responsibility. She’s at the chalkboard, writing out a check register. I want to point out that no one really uses checks anymore, but keep my mouth shut. As I glance around the room, most everyone is nodding off or doodling on their papers.
