天锡小说网

第12部分（第2页）

annoyances　really；　school　is　essentially　over。　Repeat　after　me：　only　one　week　till　graduation。　Only

one　week　till　graduation。　Only　one　week　till　graduation。

Good　luck！！！！

You　know　you　love　me。

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D　writes　another　ode

Dan　finished　his　AP　English　exam　with　twenty　minutes　to　spare　and　began　rewriting　his

graduation　speech　about　love　in　the　back　of　his　blue　book。　This　time　he　planned　on　quoting　from

Robert　Frost？s　poem　？The　Road　Not　Taken？：

Two　roads　diverged　in　a　wood；　and　I？

I　took　the　one　less　traveled　by；

And　that　has　made　all　the　difference。

The　words　sounded　sterile　and　entirely　overused　to　him；　though；　especially　in　the　context　of

graduation。　Besides；　neither　he　nor　his　classmates　were　actually　taking　the　road　less　traveled。　They

were　graduating　and　going　straight　to　college。　And　how　boring　was　that？　The　truth　was；　it　had

never　really　occurred　to　him　to　do　anything　else。　Until　now。

He？d　been　battling　with　the　notion　for　days　that　e　fall；　Vanessa　would　be　here　in　New　York

and　he　would　be　there；　in　Olympia；　Washington？on　the　other　side　of　the　country。　The　thought　was

unbearable　to　him；　even　though　he　was　still　unsure　of　Vanessa？s　true　feelings　for　him；　especially

after　she？d　so　brusquely　dismissed　him　the　other　night　the　minute　Aaron　had　e　home　and　had

proceeded　to　not　call　him　all　weekend。

But　maybe　he　was　the　one　who　hadn？t　been　clear。　He？d　already　told　that　nutty　professor　he？d

decided　not　to　spend　the　summer　working　in　Olympia。　Why　not　take　it　one　step　further　and

announce　to　everyone　at　graduation　that　he　wasn？t　going　to　college；　period。　That　would　show

Vanessa；　and　the　world；　how　far　he　was　willing　to　go？for　love。　He　would　take　the　road　less

traveled　by。

Dan　turned　the　page　and　scribbled　the　wordsOde　on　Love　；　modeling　his　new　poem　on　those　of

his　favorite　poet；　John　Keats。　Keats　wrote　odes　all　the　time：　？Ode　to　Psyche；？　？Ode　on　a　Grecian

Urn；？　？Ode　to　a　Nightingale；？　？Ode　on　Melancholy；？　but　never　an　？Ode　on　Love。？　So　why

shouldn？t　Dan　be　the　one　to　do　it？

？Seventeen　minutes　to　go；？　Ms。　Solomon　called　out。　Dan　glanced　up　at　the　stiff　backs　of　his

classmates　bent　over　their　desks；　pens　working　frantically　as　the　black　wall　clock　ticked　the

minutes　by。　He　went　back　to　his　blue　book。　？Ode　on　Love。？　Of　course；　his　love　for　Vanessa　was