Graduation. Three weeks away. And I am NOT ready. I feel like I missed out on a lot. I feel so immature compared to my friends. Why am I such a goody goody? I have got to get a freak'n life!

I walked into the kitchen to grab a couple pop-tarts before leaving for school. "Sam!" I exclaimed what are you doing here?
"I just came home to drop off my laundry" my brother said.
"What a baby!" I laughed "Still need mommy to his laundry for him!"
"Hey, you got it easy living at home" he said. "Wait till you move out, then you'll be running home every chance you get!"
"Anyway, I said what are your plans for tonight?"
"Well it IS Friday" He smiled, "I'm going to a frat party".
"A frat party!" I thought. "Just what I need to feel grown up. "Can I come too?" I asked sheepishly.
"What?" Sam said nearly spitting out his orange juice. "You want to come to a frat party?" "Sure I said, sounds like fun/" "Well, it's a free country, he said but don't get near any of those college guys. They only have ONE thing on their minds. "You would know" I teased. "So where is it" I begged. "Well, its over at my frat house, I'll give you a ride if you REALLY want to come. "Thanks, Sam, oh and DON'T tell Mom!"

I rushed up to my room to call Stacey. "Stace," I have JUST the thing to cheer you up, I exclaimed.