Sixteen-year-old Carrie was ditched by her mom for Italy, her father’s harboring a secret, and her crush body-slammed her heart. Escaping to the beach, Carrie turns to cooking and her BFF's lips for comfort, but if she dives head first into the unexpected, she risks her friendship with the only person who’s never taken her for granted.
My last week in junior year looks like the evolution of MTV: everything good about it changed and the boring stuff stayed the same.
This morning, my mom got an email from the Women Traveling Together agency. There’s an opening on the Art History Tour in Florence, for divorced women, that she’s been waitlisted on for months. Since I am not an artist, nor divorced, and—as good ol’ Britney Spears would say—not yet a woman, it can only mean she’s abandoning me, her only child, for twenty days right when summer kicks off, the only season that matters, the season of the year which all the other seasons prepare you for (and everyone who prefers other seasons are simply wrong), and I’ll have to stay in Philadelphia with a living being I haven’t properly talked to in a month. Dad.
As for being Chemistry lab partners with Jamie Adams and still having no chemistry with him whatsoever, well, that didn’t change. I’ve loved every Wednesday, the day I’ve had the pleasure of sitting next to him. Today, however, is the last Wednesday of the school year.
So now I have two choices: either I pray to Chris Evans and all the other gods there are to let me be Jamie’s lab partner next year, miraculously be asked to be his girlfriend, and we fall in love (which is so not happening). Or I make a move in the next eleven minutes.