Olive Prologue
“Olive, don’t go to Lewis, stay here in California. It snows in Minnesota plus you’re not a fan of any of their sports teams,” my sister Lily told me as she braided my hair in to a fish braid, “You also hate the cold.” “But it’s a great private school and majority of their students become doctors,” I argued back. “Just promise me you will call every day, so that I know you’re okay and you have to visit for all your holidays. You’re only 16 and you’re going to one of the best colleges in...