Getting up, I pulled a sweatshirt over my head. “I’m social.”
“If you use yearbook, debate team, or Spanish club as examples again…” She grabbed a brush off my dresser and raked it through her hair. I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut in.
“Everyone’s face is buried in their screens at yearbook, all you talk about is how to argue for debate team, and all you do is talk in a language most people don’t understand in Spanish club.”
“Half the world speaks Spanish.”
“No, half the world speaks Chinese.” She put the brush down. “But I shouldn’t say anything, that’s probably next on your list.”
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