My mom lets me drive to school every day. Classes are a joke—after AP exams, what’s left for teachers to do but show movies? School is just a social scene. My big chat with my dad really got me thinking. I know it’s past time to mend things with Missy and Paul. I have been behaving like an immature brat, and I just hope they are more mature than I am and accept my apology. I find Missy at her locker Monday morning.“Hey,” I say, approaching her. She looks, as always, amazing. When she turns to look at me, her mouth opens in surprise, and I see she got her braces off. She really could be a model. She doesn’t say anything.“Listen,” I say.“Why should I?” she asks.I hadn’t expected that reaction. In fact, I expected her to be as sweet as ever. “I don’t know,” I say, losing my nerve. “I haven’t given you much reason.”“No, you haven’t.”“Well, I just came to say I’m sorry.”She stands there expectantly.“You know, I mean, about everything. I don’t blame you if you hate me, but I wanted you to know I’m sorry.”“Things can’t just suddenly be like they were,”
