I learned how to ditch class without leaving campus. Then I learned how to leave campus at will. My grades suffered accordingly.
As the school year approached its close, a girl started making efforts to date me. Since I had nothing else going on, I entertained her offer. But right before summer vacation started, Persephone left a note on my windshield telling me she wanted to be friends again. I quickly invited her to join a group of us going to the Angels/Blue Jays game. (We wanted to go on July 4th for the fireworks, but it was sold out, but they were doing fireworks the next night, too, so we went July 5th.) The other girl was part of the group, and she didn't take kindly to the arrangement.
Leaving the stadium, we couldn't find our car for a long time. In the search, I didn't realize that a road that had been one-way INTO the parking lot before the game was now one-way OUT of the parking lot, so I looked the wrong way when stepping off the curb and almost got run over. An angry old man in the back seat of the car stared me down as the car drove away. The license plate was "AUTRY 26." And that was how I met Gene Autry.
I was leaving the next week for a month at California State Summer School for the Arts. The other girl panicked and kissed me the night before I left. I spent the month learning that I didn't want to associate with the types of people professional writers associate with. Since we were confined to campus all month but classes only met on weekdays, weekends were incredibly boring. As a result, a friend I made at summer school dyed my hair blue. After I got home, I redid it to get it much brighter.
Persephone and I started talking more regularly. By December, we'd kissed.
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