Amelia C. Gormley

I shrugged uncomfortably, leaning my head against hers, almost forgetting Mr. Gardner__ presence as Mo and I fell into that sort of exclusionary, near-telepathic best-friends communion. She knew that I would argue that I wasn__ ashamed, but that I hadn__ quite figured out how to truly mean it when I held my head up high. My entire life, people had been telling me to keep it down and stop being an embarrassment. So, I was still in that __ake it __il you make it_ stage, hoping genuine pride would come if I pretended confidence long enough. For now, I was relying on bravado and a complete lack of give-a-fuck to carry me through.

Ew. Can you not talk about my dad ogling people? Scarlett Johansson may be gorgeous, but still.___t__l be a challenge, but I think I can refrain from licking the screen,_ Brendan deadpanned, placing the wine bottle on the coffee table next to the bowl of popcorn before settling into the chair where he__ been working on his computer ea