Me: Mom, could you please stop borrowing my shoes? You’ve already ruined one pair.
Ma: Oh, yeah I remember.
Me: …
Ma: So give these to me.
Me: …
Dad: “Claire, do I look cool?”
He does, except for the fanny pack.
and catch up on sleep and eat alone in the quiet and sit outside on my lawn under the sun where the shadow of my house won’t shift and i’ll be warm without moving.
that I was the only living person and that I went by life as though it were a video game and everyone was a character. And that if I were to reveal this fear to other people the universe would go all “GAME OVER” and I’d realize “It was better not to know!”
So I never confessed my lame phobia until I was like, 14.
Dad: Hey, you know that today is April Fool’s?
Claire: Do you want to trick me?
Dad: No and don’t let your friends trick you either.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes it really matches the green initiative undertaken by businesses and pop culture.”
“That’s exactly the trend I was thinking about.”
“Really?”
No.
“Do you find the new gmail user-friendly?”
As soon as he asked I realized that I couldn’t think of anything user-friendly in the whole world. Not even a paintbrush!
I know someone who is privileged and beautiful and smart
but she likes all the wrong people.
what does it mean?
I just slathered chapstick under my eyes and its minty and it burns a bit so I’ve been distracted from this homework and the reason for my sleepiness. A vicious cycle.
Otters hold hands while snoozing, so that they don’t lose their loved ones by the currents.
When they bump into a wall and separate, they wake up to find each other and reconnect.
“Is that Stevie Wonder?”
I don’t know why I tried.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY