Becoming Me

I jerked my head back in rebuff. “Who me?” I scoffed. “You’re the cool one in our crowd.”

Now it was her turn. “Me? Why me?”

“Whaddya mean, why me? Look at you.”

“Look at me? Look at you!”

Old friends, we could’ve circled for hours.

I supplied evidence: “You wrote a children’s book, you make and sell cool clay figurines, it don’t get cooler than that.”