ormal lives," I whisper to myself before turning on the radio to my favorite station.
             After sitting through my first four hours of classes, I realize that almost every girl is looking through a prom magazine, or gossiping about other people. "I can't take this anymore. I need to go home," I guess. "Tuxedos, prom dresses, appointments... I think I'm going nuts."
             I tear out a piece of college ruled paper and write myself a note, excusing me from my last three boring classes.
             Holly has a doctor's appointment today at 12:00 p.m. She will not be returning to school for the rest of the day. Sorry if we have caused any inconvenience.
             "That looks good! I keep getting better at forging things! Dad will never notice. He has never really written me a note. The
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