Chart Your Own Course
*Derek FLASHBACK* I sit on the soft brown suede couch as I write this three-thousand-word essay on my plans after college. I wonder if Maddie started hers yet. I took it over there after school today. Two days of no Maddie and no Arielle. I couldn’t help but feel like we are all walking tight ropes across some chasm as sharks swim below, waiting for us to fall. And at this rate, I am the only one left. Maddie never even bothered to come down when I stopped by the house, but her parents were there, which was an unusual sight. At least, it meant that they were trying. I sigh as I tap my pencil quickly against the page. COME ON! Derek! Focus! When I grow up… No. Like I am some kid? I
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