Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

going to USC next year. Parsons accepted me early admission. If I
want to go into couture fashion I can’t be in L.A.”
Parsons? That’s on the whole other side of the country. “You’re
going to school in New York?”
She nods and looks apologetic.
I turn as Nola says, “And I’m going to Berkeley.” She reaches out
and tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “It has the best Environmental
Sciences program in the country.”
I know they’re right—about studying fashion in New York and
environmental science at Berkeley—but I feel like they’ve betrayed
me. We’ve been planning this for years now, and all of a sudden
they change their minds at the last minute. How is that fair?
But as I look at them—both looking totally guilty for going separate
ways—I realize how selfish I’m being. How could I ask them to
give up their futures just so we can go to school together?
“You know,” I say, putting my arms around them and pulling
them back into a big hug, “I think this is great.”
They both look at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have. But
if I’ve learned anything from moving halfway around the world, it’s
that a change of plans can be a good thing. Sometimes it can even
be a great thing. Right now, I can’t imagine what my life would be
like if Mom and I were still in L.A. No Greek gods. No Griffin. No
Nicole and Troy. No learning that I’m part-goddess. All those things
feel like a natural part of my life now. Who knows what the next set
of changes might bring?
“We’re best friends, no matter how far apart we are,” I say. “Just
because we have to go after life in different directions doesn’t mean
we’re not still sisters on the inside.”
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