We are back home. My mom still gets her prepositions wrong. I still correct her quietly.
The daily schedule was torture dressed up as fun: eng camp with mom and my annoying friend who upd
Alex was someone I knew from school, and we had always gotten along. But, little did I know, she had developed a habit of updating her social media every chance she got. At first, it was funny, and we'd all tease her about her "need for attention." However, as the days went by, her constant UPDs became unbearable. We are back home