I got to the changing rooms as early as I could and locked myself in a bathroom stall to change. I’d rather be laughed at for being a prude than have them find out that I really am.
I imagined I was some kind of detective, and that I was on a mission to try and figure out what I should talk about to get people to like me.
I hated the kind of stupid things Tammie would say sometimes. Every time there was a new slang word she was using it at every possible chance. It used to drive mom crazy, but dad always used to use whatever it was that week when he was talking to her. I used to think he was doing it to wind her up and get her to stop using slang. Now I think he was just trying to connect with her as started to see she wasn’t his little girl anymore.
I didn’t know who was talking, or w
