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I think this is the first time I've wished summer was over. Why? Very easy. Because that means going back to school and seeing Pablo again. We have spent months apart. Me in my town, bored and disgusted with my parents, and he in the United States. Today is our first day of school and I couldn't be more excited to go into the school and give my boyfriend a kiss. My boyfriend. How good it feels to say it. But, of course, new course, new dramas. I don't see Pablo, he's nowhere to be found. And it's not just that I'm worried about, they've changed my class... and I have a feeling my father is behind this. Surely there is an explanation for everything. There always is. Or, at least, I always find it... right?