Sometimes I feel like I’m in Grade 7.
Except that I’m not.
I didn’t like it the first time around and I sure don’t like reliving it again
Except that I am and here’s how it goes…
I arrive at school only to find out that while yesterday was “Jenny’s Day”, Today is mine.
Reserved solely for me.
All day long.
The Cool Girls woke up that morning and decided that today was “Shit on Me Day” and everyone else just followed along.
No one to sit beside at lunch. No one to play with at recess. No one to pass notes to.
It will be the longest day of my life.
I will survive.
The next day, it will be someone else’s day.
Better them than me.
I wish I hadn’t played along.
I wish I hadn’t cared.
But I did.
I do.
While I don’t play along anymore, I still care.
Why do I still care what the Cool Girls think?