growing up

I tapped the razor on the side of the sink and inspected my smooth legs for any missed spots. Then I rinsed the blade, washed my hands, and put on my outfit: a long-sleeved black top, a knee-length denim skirt, tall black boots, and a silver dragon necklace for good measure.

His mouth was soft. He could swear, make out, act indifferent, complain, and get embarrassed all in five minutes.

She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.