Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was odd how, on the first day of high school, Heather Catto, the daughter of the U.S. ambassador, was there to greet me and announce to me me that my future prospects would be entirely dependent on whatever might be the opinion of those Italian people, the San Gio's, who, as we only later learned, work for the CIA. Ok, so at the age of 14 I sense, instinctively that they hate me, despise me, loathe me. Ok, so, fine. So that makes my life a complete. misery. Thanks, Heather, for nothing actually. Was I supposed to send the CIA a thank you card? But high schools is not forever. High school will end eventually and then perhaps I can be rid of them.