//2015//
In my little dodge neon are packed four kids plus myself. Church was over and they live on my way home, so I don't mind taking them home.
On normal Sunday's we have the music up high and we sing along to our favorite Hawk Nelson or For King and Country songs. But today the radio was off and just filled with chatter. In the midst of the chatter Meggs, the fourteen year old girl in front, grabbed my little bottle of body spray.
"Oh my gosh! You have Juicy Couture?!"
"I have what?"
"Juicy Couture!"
"Oh, my body spray?"
"Yeah where'd you get it?"
"I got it from Allie, she had a bunch of them and I liked the smell."
"Oh."
//The kind of "oh" that signifies that I am no longer cool in her eyes//
