My friend Marcie chews a lot. Not like she's a big eater or anything. But when she's bored she chews on her hair or sucks on a paperclip and when she's hungry, she bites her nails. She was going over the rehearsal schedule for the winter musical with me while eyeing my Snickers bar and biting away ferociously on her nails chipped with red paint. Thespians are only allowed to have red nails she's told me before. In the time it had taken me to glance at the clock and figure out how much time was left during our lunch period, there was a very sharp change of noise coming from across the table. There was an increase of biting sounds and less of Marcie telling me how Mr. Gary needed to get one less ear piercing and take one more summer intensive at a conservatory (that's what Marcie spends her summer doing). "Yeah, see, there's all this corporate alumni funding and PTA political super pac sway that affects our resources and creative liberty! It's so straight." (Marcie used the word straight in the same derogatory way others used 'gay'-it was her small but noble contribution to the LGBT cause).
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Learning Self Interest
Teen FictionGemma and her mom move across the country for her mom's job as a Middle School teacher and for a chance for both of them to hopefully finally start their lives over after tragically losing Gemma's father 3 years ago. Gemma is a typical teen; passio...
