or when someone thinks you smart in the kinder way.
"hey, wren?"
my tired eyes turned to a friend, jasmin, one of the sophomores on backstage crew.
"yeah?"
"did you pass on the math test?"
i prepared to feel fury. "surprisingly, yeah."
"can you help me with some of it? i haven't taken it, and there's some stuff i just don't get."
this was such a surprise. she wasn't exalting my mathematics skills, just asking for humble help.
and i gave it, and it felt so damn good.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
