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THE LIFE OF A TEENAGE GIRL

I was at my locker at school when someone tapped my shoulder. I
turned to see my best friend, Marla.

“Hey, Elle,” she smiled.

I quickly forgot about Dad’s problem, and my spirit lifted.
“Marls! How’ve you been? And how’d the vacation go?”

“I’ve never been happier, Elle! I had so much fun—I went to a
waterpark, then a camp trip, and traveled to London! I almost forgot

today was the first day of school.”
I was surprised. No wonder she barely texted or called me over the

break.

“Wow…” I mumbled.
“What about you? Did you enjoy your summer?”

“Uh…” I mean, sure—I had a bit of fun. A couple of racing games

here and there, saw my grandparents twice. But compared to Marla?
Not even close.

“Nothing much,” I said casually. “Just visited my grandparents and
had a little mukbang with my cousins.”

“Whoa, cool!”
I already knew she said cool just to make me feel good about my

summer, because I never have as much fun as she does during breaks.

She knows whatever I do in summer—or even winter—is low-average
fun. She just says cool all the time because she’s that type of best friend.

“Um…” Marla turned to the kids walking by with a confused look.
“Who’s that?”

“Huh?” I closed my locker.

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