April 19, 2013
It’s time for FCATs again. You know, those standardized tests they make us take every year. They don’t really bother me, but I pretend they do because all my friends complain and, you know, I’m different enough as it is with these visions and ghost sightings and stuff. Which my friends don’t know about and I don’t intend to tell them. Except for Josh, Becca, and Mike, of course.
School will be out at the end of next month and Josh is talking about doing an internship with a computer company. He has an interview next week. He’s so smart with programs and stuff, I’m sure he’ll get the job. And by summer, he’ll have his driver’s license. His mom said they could share the car. Like—on days she needs it, she’ll drop him off, otherwise he can use it.
So, I decided to look for a job, too. Since there aren’t any out there for “teen psychics” I guess I’ll try for waitressing. I’ve been checking the “help wanted” ads, you know, to see what kind of jobs are available. I still have about six weeks before school lets out, so I’m not panicking—yet! I don’t turn sixteen until late September, so I won’t have my driver’s license this summer so I need a job that’s on the bus route because my parents both work and won’t be able to drive me. It’s going to be tricky. But I’m looking forward to having some money of my own. New clothes, here I come!