Elowen"I don't do virgins, blondie." It had been nine solid months since that night, and yet the embarrassment still lingered heavily in my chest whenever I remembered the events that occurred. “I want to hold another party, in celebration of you getting into Whitmore College!” Isa shrieked through the phone, her voice bright and obnoxiously chipper. “Isa, no. Absolutely no,” I groaned, balancing my phone between my shoulder and ear as I put on the kitchen gloves, getting ready to bring out my cookies from the oven. I hoped they wouldn’t be bland or too sugary this time. “Come on, Elowen,” she whined, dragging my name out like a kid begging for candy. “You’re officially a college student now. You’re not supposed to be this reserved. At least be wild and crazy. We only live once, you know.” “First of all,” I said, rolling my eyes as I opened the fridge, only to find it depressingly empty, “I got into Whitmore because I literally had no other choice. It’s not my dream college.
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