Thoughts On Fitting In…. Or, Genre
It’s the first day of high school. I walk into the cafeteria, my bag lunch in hand, and scan the room. Where should I sit? Where do I belong? I’m not a jock. I don’t play sports, or watch them. I’m not a cheerleader. I can’t dance, I’m shy, and not pretty enough. How about […]
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