There is a storm coming through and it has ruined most of Liz’s celebration plans. She has spent the whole week talking about our trips to Boston and Philly and even started her own list of pros and cons for each University. Last night at dinner she was talking about the places they could stay when they visit me, depending on which school I go to. Dad just rolled his eyes. He is so used to Liz’s overly advanced planning by now, that he just lets her go with it and agrees with whatever plans she makes. I was pretty glad to have avoided Samantha pretty much all week, but it doesn’t look like it will be an option today. I park my car and sigh, knowing this is the start of a pretty crappy day. “Going somewhere fakelyn?” Samantha and her evil minions block the door, as the rain pelts my head and I stand silently grateful for not having brought my laptop with me today. I’m pretty sure I’m not getting out of the rain anytime soon. “Just trying to get inside Sam.”
