I Cannot Believe I Didn't Post This At The End of the Year as I Was Planning.

(So I edited it a little and here you are, a synthesis of sophomore year.)

So much happened this year. So much that I never expected would happen to me.
Three weeks in, my Latin teacher called me arrogant and haughty. I cried. I've since forgiven him. He's young, after all, and probably never had authority before.
I went to Homecoming. With a boy. I slapped him.
I joined the Academic Team, and participated in its competitions. How embarassing.
A good friend of mine, Eleanor, stopped coming to school. The news spread that she had leukemia. But she didn't. Her parents were lying and my English teacher pressed charges. Eleanor's mother got several years in prison.
I took an AP class, and I loved it.
My friends became what made me happy, always.
Emma, Katherine, and I worked together on an English project. Outside of school. Hours in my basement, or Emma's living-room floor, trying to parse Homer.
The writer's strike meant I spent time doing other things.
I was the prop-master for our musical. I befriended some upperclassmen. I developed an infatuation with a senior named Samuel.
Have I not yet mentioned twee? I started listening to indiepop. A lot.
My reasearch paper kept me up late at night. Very late, on many nights. It was pleasantly diverting.
I applied to the SCA and was wait-listed, I applied to the YCC and was ignored.
Howl's Moving Castle grew to control my mind. I cried and my father let me stay home.
I wore skirts I loved, and shirts I liked, and shoes without laces, and hair that tumbled around me in a constant state of agitation.
Matt, who was always very nice to me in Latin, asked me out. I turned him down. It seemed like nothing, then people started harassing me about it.
I took an AP Test, and SOLs.
The seniors had pranks. The school was magically theirs, then graduation came, and I saw everyone, and I saw Samuel. And seeing him made my mind dizzy and ill and I spent my week at the beach thinking about him, and still: If I had the opportunity to summon any person right next to me. Any person? I'd choose him. I miss him.

And...scene.