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Nine days down, twelve to go before this program ends. We’re getting there…and everything would be fine if that girl didn’t exist.
Nora Weinberg.
He likes her. I can tell. And it sucks.
You know what sucks about it most? The fact that under any other circumstances, I would probably like her too. There’s a level of cluelessness that surpasses pathetic and just makes me want to take her under my wing. I would love a protégée. Elea-Nor and Little-Nor? How adorable would that be? My Maker Fair side project for the summer.
But no.
Somehow, “Little-Nor” is the one person here who can spoil everything if I’m not careful. Why does Mox have to like her? Why???
Forget it. I can’t take over some sophomore’s life. I have enough problems with my own, the way my parents insist on controlling every detail. I can’t believe my mom. That informational interview she lined up? Um, OK, Mom. “Informational” my ass. Obviously, those people are going to offer me an internship. And there’ll be hell to pay if I don’t accept.
So transparent, I could almost laugh. My parents think they have it all mapped out. Internships–> College–> Law school–> A job offer in the state attorney’s office, or maybe a judicial clerkship that *happens* to fall in my lap–> A run for office of my own someday? Why, what a delightful idea! Senator Winthrop has a nice ring to it. Although maybe the White House would make a prettier backdrop for our family Christmas cards.
And Maddox would make a fine choice for first gentleman. I know how my parents think. There’s a reason they’ve been cultivating him all these years. They’d love nothing more than for Moxie and me to walk down the aisle someday. He fits the image, the perfect antidote to that inconvenient scent of money that follows me everywhere I go. But not Mox. He comes from nothing. An orphan, self-made, hardworking, and so verrry well-behaved.
UGH. My parents make me want to scream. Emerson and Reese don’t know how lucky they are. They could fall off the edge of the earth, and it would take six months before their dad and stepmom noticed them missing. Why couldn’t I be blessed with parents like the Kemps???
It doesn’t matter. I’ll be out from under their thumb soon enough. Once I’m 18, the whole game changes. August 1st is almost here.
But I don’t need to wait around for my birthday. The two of us decided last night. After Maker Fair, we’re out.
No one will see it coming. Not if we’re careful. Not if my plan works.