Just because I am the clumsy nerd of the school doesn’t mean I cannot be cool once in a while and dress up. Indeed, the outfit I pick for little boring me on Monday startles more than one, starting with my parents.
“Looking good today,” my mom says softly, a sweet smile adorning her face.
“A little bit too perky too,” my dad says in a conniving tone. “Should I and your friend have a talk?” He naturally puts emphasis on the friend part, and I cannot help the blush that soon enough covers my face. It is obvious who he is referring to.
“Honey,” my mom chides him.
“I’ll just threaten to kill him if he hurts her,” he announces matter-of-factly, and I choke on the milk I am drinking, “typical dad behavior, I’ll say.”
“Haha,” I tell him sarcastically as I roll my eyes. “Please don’t take
