I feel so… bad. Like, really bad. My whole town, everyone who comes into the diner, they all know me, right? They're always asking about school, about everything, and I just smile and nod while inside I'm planning this whole totally NOT country-fried donut shop, you know? Like, fancy little cakes and stuff, and I wanna leave, go somewhere bigger, and it feels like a total betrayal, like I'm a deserter or something, ditching my post… It's so stupid, but I can’t help feeling like the WORST. I even have a name for it, "The Sugar Soldier"—hah, like anyone here would get that.