After high school, my sister just froze. Didn't go to college, didn't get a job. Didn't do anything. Kind of sad, I guess.
You threw that book in my face because somewhere inside you refuse to give up.
You're going to find more and more hope the farther and farther you walk away from this sad, sad, sad reservation.
"I want to go to Reardan," I said again. I couldn't believe I was saying it. For me, it seemed as real as saying, "I want to fly to the moon."