As soon as I unlock the door and step into my house, my mom asks me, "Why are you back so early?"
"What do you mean? It is ten!"
"Yes, dear, but you only left at eight thirty, which means you only spent one hour actually dancing."
"Nice math skills," I say sarcastically. More like nice stalking skills.
"What did you do? Who did you dance with?"
"Seriously, Mom?" I grumble. I am not in the mood for this right now.
"Come on..."
"Fine. I danced with this guy named Brandon, and some of my friends." The second part was a lie.
"Which friends?"
"A bunch of girls," I reply, like a robot. Sometimes, my mom wonders a little too much. Instead of super mom, I'll call her wonder mom.
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My Name is Insecurity
General FictionOutside the door of the auditorium, there is a table with a girl standing behind it. "Hey!" she greets me kindly. No scowl. No sense of rudeness. She is not ignoring me! This must take some getting used to. "Hi!" I reply back. "How can I...
