Mum is calling again.I ignore her call and the new text that pops in and redial Ben's number for the umpteenth time.Only now,it doesn't go to voicemail,instead,it's switched off.

　　My heart is heavy as I pull out of his street.His bike is out front so I know he's at home.I was hoping we could talk.Are we breaking up?

　　If he's mad at me for this,he will hate me when he finds out I picked NYU and other schools outside San Francisco.In a few months,I will know my fate ...