Back at home, it's easier than she thought it would be to play the good daughter. Now that she's back in school, they think everything's okay, and maybe in some ways they're right. Going to classes and doing homework and even thinking about colleges (and sometimes she can't believe that she's back to being so predictable, a good little girl planning out her education just like her parents always wanted) doesn't leave much room for misbehaving. They're giving her an allowance so that she doesn't need to look for a part-time job, so she can focus on her studies, and even though she knows she's completely regressing here, having her parents take care of her instead of doing it for herself, she's comfortable.
She's back in a comfort-zone, back to being a normal predictable teenage girl whose main concerns are that geometry quiz next week and buying a new pair of shoes instead of things like paying the rent. Sometimes it seems so petty – who cares about right angles and crap, right? She can balance the books, which is all that counts in the real world – but she's adjusting.
Instead of being a girl who got away, a girl who grew up too fast but dealt with it and moved on, and got a job and took care of herself and proved to everyone she could do it, instead of being that girl – well, she's just a cliché. A teenage girl who went through a phase and got over it and is now safely at home and back in school where she belongs.
But then everything in her life feels so predictable, to some extent, like Jodie's seduction, the casual so-called corruption of a not-so-innocent party girl, not to mention the entire thing with Marissa. There are girls at her new school like Marissa, beautiful and charming and rebellious in a sort of safe way, girls who would venture into relationships with wild, daring girls like Alex, and revel in the exoticness of it all, and then, inevitably, return to their happy safe heterosexual paradise.
She doesn't want to think of it as predictable, not something that felt real, while it lasted, but when everything else does, it's hard not to. And she goes to class and does her homework and plays the role of the good daughter, and finds herself living out her predictable little life, too comfortable and too privileged to consider escaping again.
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