School is almost over. It's June. Just a couple more weeks. Weeks of cramming for exams, weeks of tearful goodbyes...
Then what?
What am I going to do after that?
I'm going to go home and that's it. I don't have a job. I don't know what I want to be "when I grow up." I'll just have to stay home and help Mama and Abi. That'll be great. I don't want to do that. I don't want to stay home.
But I'm too old to run away. I don't have anywhere to go – I don't have anything to do. I can't survive without food and money and the only place I can get them is at home.
What a mess.
So I guess I have to continue the cramming for exams and tearful goodbyes to people I'll never see again. (Most of them I don't really care if I ever see again. Only my best friends really matter. It sounds harsh but it's true.)
And then it will end and everything will be over. My life will be over, pretty much. Just staying at home with my parents isn't much of a life.