Who Are We Really?
Who are we really?
People?
Yes. But that’s so broad.
Americans.
Yes. But America is a melting pot of all nationalities, so that doesn’t help.
Girl. Getting there.
Teenage girl.
Sure. So define: American teenage girl.
Right. Okay. Here goes.
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“Sam! You’re an idiot! Get your butt down here and clean up this junk! I don’t know why I put up with you. . .Ahhhh! Really!? You didn’t start the laundry either. Seriously, Sam you need to stop being so selfish. If I had time to do this stuff I would. Now your brothers are crying. Go take care of it. I don’t know when I’ll be back. Just have the house a little cleaner, okay?”
Yeah. Sure. Whatever Mom. Sam wasn’t going to do any of that stuff. She had paid that little prude from down the street twenty bucks to do it for her. For the first time in a long time, Sam was going out. To prom. Because things never went her way anymore, and it was about time she took things into her own hands.
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“Seriously, Melissa! No, you’re joking! Tony Brian is going with her? But she’s so. . .well, how could he go out with someone like her after he’s gone out with someone like me? I know, right? I deserve better. I should move on. Oh, so you heard! Yes. Yes, it’s true. He asked me to go to the game with him. No, I don’t love him. I don’t know if I like him. We’re friends. Have been for a long time. I trust him with everything. . .I’m just going to let what happens happen, you know? I’m tired of being alone.”
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Okay, so we’re selfish, impatient beings that feed on companionship?
I didn’t say that. I think you should keep reading.
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