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Chapter ONE

Mia

THE DAY WE officially graduate fro like how it’s depicted in movies I throw my cap in the air and it comes down and cracks someone in the forehead The keynote speaker loses his notes in a gust of wind and decides to wing it, delivering a thoroughly uninspired co blocks for a brighter tomorrow, complete with aard stories about his recent divorce No one on fil to die of heatstroke in their polyester gownI’d pay someone a lot of money to burn all the pictures that were taken of es to be perfect

Because holy shit, we’re done

Outside the restaurant after lunch, Lorelei--or Lola for the rare feho make it to her inner circle--pulls her keys from her purse and shakes them at me with a celebratory shimmy Her dad kisses her forehead and tries to pretend he’s not a little misty-eyed Harlow’s entire fa over each other, reliving the Top Ten Moe and Graduated fro the same rehash of my own fifteen seconds of fa them finish their sweet, faet there safely

Use the credit card, Harlow No, the Araduation present

I love you, Lola Drive safe

We shed our sweltering gowns, tuo in a pluiddy catcalls for the music and booze and madness that await us this weekend Harlow pulls up the playlist she made for the trip--Britney Spears froht The cootiated to be the the The bass-heavy hairever, and about fifty others that somehow build our collective story Harlow cranks the stereo loud enough for us all to screah all four s

Lola pulls her long dark hair off her neck and handsme to tie it back for her

"God, why is it so damn hot?" she yells froh the desert at sixty-five hties Chevy with no air-conditioning," Harloers, fanning herself with a prograain?"

"Because it smells like Coppertone and dubious choices?" I reply and shriek when she lunges formy car," Lola reminds her as she turns down the volume on Eminem, "because you nearly wrapped yours around a telephone pole trying to get away froues "And huge With pincers"

"A spider with pincers?"