Leah said she’d be ready to leave the house at exactly 6:30. It is now 6:42. My twin sister, who decided on her own merit, after never having done it before, to take a zero period that starts at 6:45 in the morning, has made me tardy every single day for the last seven months of our senior year. Every day she apologizes profusely, and every day, I suffer for being the only one of us to get a license. But I do get to choose the music. Stevie Nicks, mostly. As the digital car c