She’s looking down while she speaks, and I suddenly have the weirdest thought: She’s intimidated by me
Iwake up on the morning of high school orientation with one coherent thought: I’m not going. I’m not, I’m just not. Walk into a room full of girls, half of them strangers, and half who think I’m a nerd?
Absolutely not. It’s too real, too big, too frightening.
I’m just a kid, and I’m really, really not down for that.
I look at my door, where my uniform hangs crisply. My shoes are in the box, right where I left them when they arrived. The bag, still with the tags on, is filled with notebooks and pens. Everything has been chosen and sent to us by my older sisters, 6,000 miles away. The wonders of modern society… which I would probably learn a lot more about if I actually attended high school. Which I will not be doing.
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