or when you laugh at a shirt.
"mom, look at the front," i said with a chuckle. i lifted the gift shirt i had received at the awards ceremony so that she could see the atrocity on the front.
"top ten, 2017," she said in a voice full of laughter.
"the epitome of narcissism!"
"never ever wear that outside of the house."
"'course not." all i needed was a sign on my chest to declare myself better than anyone else because i knew i wasn't.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
