Free Always and Forever, Lara Jean by Jenny Han Page A

can’t help but feel a tiny stab of hurt. Why would anyone want to be an only child? What’s so great about having no one to warm your feet up against on a cold winter night?
    “You’ll miss me,” I say, more to myself than to her. She doesn’t hear me anyway; her show is back on.
    *  *  *
    When I get to school, I go straight to Mrs. Duvall’s office to tell her the news. As soon as Mrs. Duvall sees the look on my face, she says, “Come sit down,” and she gets up from behind her desk and closes the door behind me. She sits in the chair next to mine. “Tell me.”
    I take a deep breath. “I didn’t get into UVA .” Now that I’ve said it a few times, you’d think it would be easier to get the words out, but it’s not—it’s worse.
    She heaves a sigh. “I’m surprised. I’m very, very surprised. Your application was strong, Lara Jean. You’re a wonderful student. I did hear that they got a few thousand more applicants this year than in years past. Still, I would’ve thought you’d be wait-listed at the very least.” All I can do is giveher a small shrug in response, because I don’t trust my voice right now. She leans forward and hugs me. “I heard from a source in the admissions department that William and Mary will be sending out their decisions today, so buck up for that. And there’s still UNC , and U of R. Where else did you apply? Tech?”
    I shake my head. “ JMU .”
    “All great schools. You’ll be fine, Lara Jean. I’m not the least bit worried about you.”
    I don’t say what I’m thinking, which is that we both thought I’d get into UVA , too; instead I just offer a weak smile.
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    When I walk out, I see Chris at the lockers. I tell her the news about UVA , and she says, “You should come with me and work on a farm in Costa Rica.”
    Stunned, I lean back against the wall and say, “Wait—what?”
    “I told you about this.”
    “No, I don’t think you did.” I’ve known Chris wasn’t going away to college, that she was going to go to community college first and then see. She doesn’t have the grades, or much inclination, really. But she never said anything about Costa Rica.
    “I’m going to take a year off and go work on farms. You work for like five hours, and they give you room and board. It’s amazing.”
    “But what do you know about farming?”
    “Nothing! It doesn’t matter. You just have to be willing towork; they’ll teach you. I could also work at a surfing school in New Zealand, or learn how to make wine in Italy. Basically, I could go anywhere. Doesn’t that sound amazing?”
    “It does. . . .” I try to smile but my face feels tight. “Is your mom okay with it?”
    Chris picks at her thumbnail. “Whatever, I’m eighteen. She doesn’t have a choice.”
    I give her a dubious look. Chris’s mom is tough. I have a hard time picturing her being okay with this plan.
    “I told her I’d do this for a year and then come back and go to PVCC , and then transfer to a four-year college,” she admits. “But who knows what will happen? A year is a long time. Maybe I’ll marry a DJ , or join a band, or start my own bikini line.”
    “That all sounds so glamorous.”
    I want to feel excited for her, but I can’t seem to muster up the feeling. It’s good that Chris has her own thing to look forward to, something that no one else in our class is doing. But it feels like everything all around me is shifting in ways I didn’t expect, when all I want is for things to stand still.
    “Will you write me?” I ask.
    “I’ll Snapchat everything.”
    “I’m not on Snapchat, and besides, that’s not the same thing.” I nudge her with my foot. “Send me a postcard from every new place you go, please.”
    “Who knows if I’ll even have access to a post office? I don’t know how post offices work in Costa Rica.”
    “Well, you can try.”
    “I’ll try,” she agrees.
    I haven’t seen as much of Chris this year. She got a job hostessing