"Sometimes I just want to shake you and tell you to look around, and see what other people are going through"
I smile at the girl in the mirror and stick out my tongue. Eep, I love my tan. And Sundays. Have I mentioned I love Sundays? My phone pings, it’s Atara, informing me she’ll be over soon.
I plop back onto my neatly made bed and doze until there’s a gentle knock on my door, and Atara sticks her head in.
“Hey, hey!”
I jump up and give her a hug. I haven’t seen her in a week. She looks great, as usual. I quiet the tinge of envy that flares up.
“Your tan!”
“Your skirt!”
Ohmygosh, her skirt is fabulous, a dark tiered chambray that I am instantly jealous of.
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