Balancing the Plates on My Last Leg in a Thunderstorm on Friday the 13th
Sometimes I just want to scream. I’m pulled kind of thin right now, and my damn hormones are tap dancing on my last nerve.
What is the last thing a slightly-overachieving, stressed-out, over-worked, closeted teenage girl in high school need?
Your answer choices are:
a) An obnoxious voice in the back of her head that has somehow (way beyond her control) grown a wee bit horny.
b) More tests and projects and homework assignments to do. (And more and more and at some point you’d think her teachers would throw her a break but they just never do.)
c) An ability to detect flirting so horribly nonexistent that vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and honest politicians have all started to mock her.
d) Extracurricular activities to organize and run, plus that nagging little voice that won’t let her forget that she still hasn’t found a job or researched Pluto or studied for the SAT or finished those gifts for her friends.
If you chose choice e) All of the above, you would be correct!
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