For the first time, I felt something other than dread about my new home and my new school. It didn’t register right then that Wendy and Laura had already consigned me to the “loser” bin, where I’d be irredeemably stuck for the rest of the year. Nor did it occur to me that they, and the other cool kids at school, would find my fashion attempts just as ludicrous as they’d found my failures. At that moment, I was sure it was a sort of magic key that I held cradled in my arms. All I had to do was turn it, open the door, and I would belong.
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Great story! It reminded me of my teenage years shopping with my mom in downtown Manhattan and how I HAD to have certain things, lol! How often, not only as teenagers but also as adults, do we assume that 'the' clothes will make us feel more acceptable to others. This rings true for all generations! thanks for sharing.
I loved your story. It instantly made me think of all those moments where there was some barrier to something fun going on somewhere other than the spot where I was standing. Coming to a new country or not, this was childhood experience we all shared. I bet even Wendy and Laura had their day later in life. Thanks for sharing. I loved the title. You sucked me in :)
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