I woke up excited. I'd crashed on my sister's couch and wore her clothes again but I didn't care. I would request a new dorm the following morning. The school could give it to me or I would throw an Isabella-sized tantrum. This was my senior year too. I wasn't a princess but I could whine like one if it was called for.

My sister had leftovers from our dinner together so I packed them, grabbed a bottle of wine, and placed it all in my backpack. I added some cinnamon rolls that were ...