>Its taken literal years of effort, but I've finally done it.
>I finally convinced mom to let me to go a normal school.
>Days worth of back and forth between her and I where we endlessly retread the same tired arguments have finally borne fruit.
>"Oh but this fancy private school will help you get into a better college"
>Yeah, but I can already get into any school I wanted.
>"Oh what about the extracurriculars? This club/team/whatever looks like it would be so fun!"
>I don't need to go to a fancy school with a polo team in order to help out at the school's library.
>"I'm just worried about your safety dear!"
>I don't recall any of your yearbooks being from a fancy private school who's annual tuition is more than the average salary, mom.
>"No one will know who you are though and you'll be all alone!"
>That's the point mom! I'm sick of the spotlight!
>Just thinking about it makes me irate.
>But! None of that matters now, as I managed to finally wear down mom and dad, though really just mom since dad's always busy with work, enough to convince her to let me go to a normal school for senior year.
>The only "Catch" is that I'd have to go to her Alma Mater.
>Even better in my opinion. Clear on the other side of the country and away from my parents and the constant committee of vultures following them? Please and thank you.
>And now is the time for me to revel in the sweet, sweet taste of victory.
>My first day has gone... alright I suppose.
>One of my teachers almost introduced me as “Melissa West”, and I definitely caught some people staring at me.
>Oh, and there was that one midget stego girl I bumped into that smelled like low tide, hope I never have to deal with her again…
>But now it's a free period.
>And that means straight to the library with me.
>I take a deep breath as I step in, savoring the scent of aisles upon aisles of tomes.
>It is... a bit smaller than I'm used to, but from what I gather, it's above average.
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