She wore a one-piece lime green suit, with matching flats and a bit of glitter strewn across her face. She didn’t dislike him, she just felt neutral. You jizz Carson was the one who danced with May at the dance. I walked into her office, and waved cheerfully. Her eyelashes, full yet giving me the impression she wore no mascara, crowned them beautifully. “Were you here the whole time?!” I asked her. I promise you. “Nah – my mind is fucked up enough as it is. ***
My mom and dad were actually worried that I had tripped or caught a chill outside. “So how was the da-”
“Oh my God.
