Senior year continues to roll on. I had the rug yanked out from under my feet. I laid, stunned, on my back and stared at the stars. I laid for quite some time, longer than I normally would have allowed myself. Then I stood up, brushed myself off, straightened my clothes and hair, shook hands, and walked away. My manners failed me not, and I gave a parting smile. I won't be a cynic and pronounce this the end, but my energies are best focused elsewhere, I think, for the time being. I can't beat paths for others without neglecting my own.
Life is cyclical, in any case.
Jess and I are better friends, somehow, slowly. Maybe it's because Scott is back at Tech. Maybe it's because Amanda has replaced Richard, and having three girls has brought us collectively closer. Maybe the planets just aligned correctly. The loss of one brings the gain of another.
Old country songs always remind me of awkward middle school dances, where I sat in corners with my braces and glasses and hoped for a Prince Charming. Who, for the record, never showed. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad I used to be that girl.