Posters
I’m at Leigh’s house. Other girls from my grade are here too. Probably Sara and Sarah and Stacy and a couple others from the popular crowd.
I don’t know how I ended up here, but I’m trying to fit in. Trying to laugh at the right times, pretend that I know what TV shows they’re talking about.
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Leigh has posters on her bedroom walls. The girls giggle at the New Kids On The Block poster and talk about which one they like best.
Nobody asks me, so I don’t say anything. I don’t say that I don’t really like their music, that I don’t really think any of them are cute. I don’t say that I don’t have any NKOTB cassettes or posters. I don’t say anything.
I giggle when they giggle and I can’t wait to get home where I don’t have to giggle unless something is funny and then I can just laugh.
I don’t know why I was over there that afternoon at Leigh’s house in Oak Hill. Probably three of my houses could fit in hers. I don’t recall ever being there again.
