I applied to MAST and Gables IB.
I got into Gables, and I'm number...wait for it...139 on the MAST list. I must have been like THE last to be picked...there's no way in hell I'll get a spot. Seriously, 104 people would have to decline. And the odds of that are...well, there aren't even any odds. It's just a fact: won't happen. 0:0.
Hence, I am going to Gables IB.
Seriously, this is the most fucked up horrendous CRAP in the world. Ali and Caitlin and going to MAST. Emy and I are at Gables. Gio is...I dunno, Ransom most likely. Maria's at Reef. Isabela's where? MAST perhaps. Donna's at MAST. Rick is...in a boarding school in Indiana...looks like MAST is the place to be...the majority at least. Here's my idea: we storm MAST, and won't leave until they accept us! Whoot! Hey, there's always tenth grade.
GODFUCKINGDAMNIT. I wish Carver was like Ransom in that it had a high school, and we could all stay together. This separation shouldn't be allowed. And I guess this group is tighter than most.
The solution? I will become an introverted teenager.
Aw, shit. I hope Sarah Diamond's also going to Gables. But i dunno. Where's Hugo going? Yando? All our dance buddies. Ivanna too. Vicky. Gaby. The Speech and Debate people. (And Lola--I wish she was an 8th grader...she seems so cool!) All the Bio people.
This sucks incredibly unthinkable mold.
Can we go hide under the bed? We can go to school there. All together. Under the bed. With the dustbunnies.
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