The next day passes uneventfully.
Adalie's friend, Esa, and I have bonded over the fact we both can't wait for summer.
"Fourteen days," she says as we walk into the library for lunch.
"Two weeks" I shoot back.
"11 school days," she responds.
"336 hours," I fire back.
"Can't come soon enough," Esa says plopping down on a chair.
I have to agree.
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ΡομαντικήI love history even more today. Group projects were announced. I typically hate them, although I never do most of the work. I do what I need to do, nothing more nothing less. Today, I was paired with her. Her and one other girl, who's out sick. ...
