Some Mean Brownies
Brownies bring out the worst in me, or so I’d like to believe. I was a nice little girl. I looked a lot like Gigi, but without the tutus, Afro and overflowing spunk. I wasn’t into dancing and singing, I was into reading and reading. In other words, the teachers loved me and the other kids didn’t. So when I was in fourth grade and met the new girl, Maegan, I saw it as my chance to make a new friend who didn’t have pages,... Read More
