Another day, another night.

After wrapping up your homework for tomorrow, it's time to get ready for bed. You lay out your favorite pajamas on the comforter and strip down to your underwear. Like most nights, you take the opportunity to pose in front of the mirror atop your dresser. You don't find your reflection disappointing.

You are...well, you know who you are. After three-and-a-half years at an all-girls high school, you're in your final semester now, 18 years old and ready to head off to college in a matter of months.

Looking back on it, those three-and-a-half years really went by quickly. You'd like to say your high school life was exciting, but in actuality it was far from it. Whatever time wasn't spent on your studies was mostly spent with family, working your part-time job at the restaurant, or doing other likewise innocent activities. You have your small, close-knit group of friends, but they've always been fairly straight-laced, same as you.

Unfortunately, your love life wasn't much spicier. It wasn't as if you didn't try to invite some romance into your days; things just didn't work out in the end. Your first boyfriend, who attended a co-ed high school, cheated on you with a classmate of his because you exercised patience in giving up your virginity. Your second relationship with a friend from work only lasted two weeks before both of you had to admit that the whole thing was like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole—no pun intended. Since then, you've been too focused on finishing out your high school days and moving on in life to bother giving love a third go. Still, it wasn't like you weren't attractive or anything—what you saw in the mirror right now confirmed as much, even if you did go a bit light on the makeup these days. Your ample breasts filled out your bra nicely, and those yoga classes your aunt introduced you to have really helped keep your butt and the rest of your body in shape.

Even if lacking in excitement, you suppose your high school years turned out all right. You stayed out of trouble, you set yourself up well for the future, you had some fun times with your friends, and your parents couldn't have been more proud of you. Could've been a lot worse, like that girl whose boyfriend got her pregnant during your sophomore year. Yikes.

You look at your alarm clock. Today is Monday, it's close to midnight, and you've got school tomorrow morning. Time to hit the hay.