I just don’t get why anyone would want to see the future.
That would be even worse than those movie previews that show you all the good parts before you even get to see the movie.
It’d ruin everything.
Take the day after Nick drove me home, for instance. Hey, take the whole next three weeks. If I knew what Bitsie was going to do or how many laws I was going to have to break and how many friends I was going to have to betray—etc. etc. etc.—I wouldn’t have been happy.
Even if I knew for a fact that it was all going to turn out okay, I still wouldn’t have been happy.
That would have been like knowing you’ve got a big test the day after March break. Instead of having fun while I could, I’d be worried the whole time that I was going to fail the stupid thing. Even though I never do.
Anyway, lucky for me, I had no idea what was coming. I had this crazy idea that bad things were what used to happen to me and good things were what were going to happen to me from then on.
For a while there, it even looked that way.