Savannah Grace - New job
The first week of senior year goes by without much excitement. I still have that dream rolling around in my head. I haven't told Jackson (or anyone for that matter) about it because I'm still trying to sort out what it means in my head. I can tell Jackson knows something is up, he keeps giving me these looks but I try to just brush them off with a smile. The weekend was here, it was weird going to school all week instead of work, I missed those guys already! I wake up on Saturday morning and head downstairs to get some breakfast. "Good morning" my mom greets me as I grab a bowl for my cereal out of the cabinet. "Good morning" I yawn my greeting back to her. "I'm glad your first week of senior year went well. There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about." "Oh?" I question.
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