The letter.

The decisions. The place.

Graduation.

All those thoughts were swirling in Paloma's head, like the white cloud in the crystal ball. Ugh. Her stomach was close to throw up that bagel she had eaten for breakfast, but it didn't...

Gulp.

She put her hand in the table, and began to tap...quietly, her fingers, trying to follow along to the music playing in the background. With a long sigh, she looked at her list again. Maybe she could aim for something easier. Like...maybe her upcoming birthday?

Seventeen. She rubbed her temples. What...was going on?