Does it get easier? Not enough to notice...
Sixteen the Hard Way
21. It's Showtime!
by Erin Halfelven
By the time I got through changing clothes six or seven times, I was thoroughly sick of the whole thing. Everyone tried to be supportive and encouraging, and Linda was positively enthusiastic, but I ended the “fashum” show by coming out of my room wearing a pair of my old jeans and one of Dad’s polo shirts that had ended up in my laundry somehow.
Donna scowled at me. “Your little alligator is lying on his side. You’re cute even when you’re not trying to be,” she accused.
Linda laughed. “Hey! Cute is what I do!” Which made everyone laugh, even me.
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