acceptance

"It's just that I think of you already in colege, but that's not been settled for me just yet. I would do anything ... to get in."

"Oh? So, you want to ... get in?"

"Real, real, real bad. More than anything."

"Mmmmm! Yes, well ... I can't think of anyone more deserving of getting in! Why, if I had anything to say about it ... you'd be in right this minute!" She glances ahead. "But I have noticed your high school near this route, and I think it's coming right up. Here." She quickly got a small card out of an inner pocket of her light jacket. "This is my website. You can contact me anytime." However, you must be looking awfully disappointed, because she pouts a little in sympathy. "This is your high school coming up, right? Shouldn't you ... get off?"

You weigh your options. Yes, you've been fantasizing a long time now about hitting on the blonde cheerleader, or her various cute comrades, or the notorious slut, or the repressed but appealing bookworm, to say nothing of the faculty and administration. However, now you begin to wonder if you can simply skip school, atr least for the morning, and check out Bess's ... campus.

The decision is upon you, for your stop is coming right up.