Preteen American Gothic

To say I looked up to Aimee would be an understatement. She was, to me, the epitome of the Cool Older Girl. She was only two-and-a-half years older, but she seemed light-years ahead of me. Boy-savvy and sardonic, Aimee was thriving in that mysterious world called middle school, and she was everything I hoped I would be in a few years.

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