So, I drove myself to school this year.
Typically, I can wrangle a couple people to go with me (or my mom can wrangle a couple people to go with me).
But this time, it was just me, the Silver Bullet, and the Open Road. Which all sounds great, until you realize that the Open Road is 1-70, and Kansas is... well, corny. Actually, I've been told that all of the corn grows in Nebraska. Kansas is like... wheat and stuff.
I drove, I listened to Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Google just spell-checked "Azkaban," and I went back to see what I had spelled wrong).
Turns out, Sirius had given Harry the Firebolt... THE WHOLE TIME.
Sorry.
Open Road.
A hotel room all by my lonesome... not as creepy as it sounds.
I don't think I could have done that four months ago.
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