Lit majors are not known for watching where they're going; most of us walk with our eyes in a book instead of on the path ahead.
Rachel VincentHis name's Nash." Aunt Val took a butter knife from the silverware drawer. "What year is he?" I groaned inwardly. "Senior." ...here we go ... Her smile was a little too enthusiastic. "Well that's wonderful!" Of course, what she really meant was "Rise from the shadows, social leper, and walk in the bright light of acceptance!
Rachel Vincent