What’s the big deal about growing up? My sister says everyone is mean in seventh grade. And they don’t have a playground even. And she looks in her mirror every day, facing sideways, to see if she’s any bigger. Like this. (Pulling her shirt tight across her chest, sucking in her cheeks, and looking at herself from the side, face out front.) She looks stupid. Like a fish.
I’m always going to be a kid. I mean it. Who says you can’t? I’ll maybe get older but I’ll still have fun.