When I am sitting in a nearly empty coffee shop
and three fourteen-year-old girls choose to sit at the table directly next to me, I am allowed to do a little mocking. It’s just the rules.
I understand the push for freedom and independence that comes with the onset of high school. Being raised in suburbia, my options were limited, and I remember how frustrating it is to be that old and yet that young.
But, seriously? The inane topics of conversation are enough to make me pack up my stuff earlier than I intended just to get away.
“Guys, I’m sorry that I didn’t invite you to my 13th birthday party last year. I should have, but I invited a bunch of people that I shouldn’t have.”
“If the two of them dated, I’d have to like, shoot myself in the face.”
Haha oh god. They’re still in middle school. I have to leave. Now.
