Being seventeen was possibly the strangest experience Charlie had ever had, and at the same time, nothing had changed. Sure, she could have firewhiskey, and in her fathers eyes be seen as an adult, but to her mother and sister, she wouldn't be one for another year. She couldn't even rent a place of her own, yet.

Not that she even had the money too, but still.

Pulling her coat closer to her, she curled her feet up underneath her and ignore the homework that lay at the bottom of her bag. Charlie had better things to do right now. She had a boyfriend and a sister to write letters to and describe every detail of her mundane life to.

Gosh, when did summer start again?