November 2010
1 post
Mrs. Traeger was right
When I was 8 I wasn’t asked to a sleep over at Lacey’s house. She was the “coolest” girl in school - at the time I went to a private school, so really, being popular wasn’t difficult - and Lacey had a birthday party that didn’t include plain-brown-shoe wearing me.
I cried. I remember looking into my tinted mirrored wall - it was the late 80s, after all - and...