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You look fantastic,” Mom says as I step into the kitchen. I’d better. I spent the last hour putting myself together for the first day of school. I left my hair down and ironed it straight. I’m wearing a sheer top over a white camisole, skinny jeans, and the wedges I begged Mom to buy me. My eyes are lined, my lips defined, and my foundation is effectively masking the stress-induced breakout on my chin.
this is 2010 as hell
“True, but we were all talking about how much it must suck to have a summer birthday. None of us even got to celebrate with you.”
totally valid
DECISIONS Barbecue or sweet and sour? Mustard or honey? I close my eyes Let fate decide. Tip, dip, lift Barbecue.
girl wrote a poem about mcNuggets
“I’ll bring you a cup of cinnamon sugar nuggets tomorrow. Crappy mall food cures everything.”
She spreads her arms across the back of the sofa, and when her flannel falls open, I can read her T-shirt: CONSIDER THIS DIEM CARPED.
