11/8/2022 0 Comments Buku Belajar Membaca Untuk Anak Tk![]() record labels take her out for lunch, and she goes because she likes people, even the kind who gawk at her pretty face, drooling at the dollar signs in her doe brown eyes and blonde hair. ![]() it doesn’t make her an enigma, she has a wikipedia page. it’s all made up names in CD booklets that no one looks at anyways. a story deified for late night talk shows with parrot hosts and their fake squawks. the origin story of a grammy nominated album which started on the fire escape, exiled by roaches, a guitar slung like a rifle entering the wild wild west of cicadas and greeted by an empty ashtray save for a half abandoned spliff. the producer that the lead singer can't function without. she’s etched in the familiarity of the bass in the last song played before last call - the resonant thrum of waking up blacked out on the front lawn of an ex best friend. there are pieces of her in the crescendo of what billboard deems the song of the summer. She's not so much herself as she is everyone else. and she’s a hero for persevering through it. she treats the residual high as something she couldn't possibly have controlled, it should've left her system by now. ![]() it's not her fault that her focus wavered in five minute blocks, or that nerves make her feel as though there's an ongoing tussle in her tummy. she picks up her tote that's packed from the night before and gives the test her all. luce goes through the pre-test motions with due diligence, takes a shower and eats a proper meal, as though there's someone waiting to accuse her of self-sabotage. she eventually falls against a bench like an abandoned rag-doll, limbs splayed every which way and falls asleep until she's woken up by the rev of a motorcycle engine set as her alarm. she doesn’t go far, slips out of his grasp and onto the lantern lit cobbled pavements, follows it strictly like she’s on a board in a game of snakes and ladders, stopping every time she takes a drag. he always has something, even after he passes some of it on to seb. in the dark, her hand finds the nob of his bedside drawer, carefully sliding it open, her fingers tinkering inside to feel for whatever weed scott has, gifted joints or a prized gram for winning a dumb luck game. she doesn’t even need to pass the exam in order to pass the class - she’s going to be a gallagher girl. if she falls asleep in the next four minutes she’ll have a solid four hours, but as soon as she closes her eyes her heart runs like it’s just heard the start of the piston, and the percentage she needs to get in order to pass the class rings aloud and reverberates against her brain. she winces at the brightness from her phone as she checks the time. she’s so excited her heart’s sprinting from her sternum to her stomach and it would be classified as nausea if she didn’t know it was just plain excitement. there’s no way she could fail it, unless she slept through it but that won’t happen because she has five alarms set and a scott for safe measure. Luce has her final exam tomorrow and she’s going to crush it. luce is not smart, but she’s smart enough not to question how she got into georgetown university. luce never pukes from having too much to drink. a girl’s got nothing but a gut to trust, and every glass of champagne’s a fuck you to it. then he’s by the kitchen counter, shaking off the champagne from his hand that’s flows over the lip of the bottle and she’s saying things like, ‘ my sat scores were no where near the average, ’ and he counters that she shouldn’t disregard the importance of supplemental essays and she makes fun of how he talks because she always does. his smile that runs right to the tip of his nose, bumps against her cheek when he kisses her. she’s not sure, at the time it’s all very muddled, thinking about how much she likes that there's no place for his smile to hide, and how that's going to be one of her favourite parts of getting old. #Buku Belajar Membaca Untuk Anak Tk skinbut the skin at the corner of his eyes pinches and there’s no crease between his brows and she knows something is very wrong. bracing herself for his disappointment she pushes the folded paper towards him so she can pretend his disappointment’s directed at the words on the page and not at her. she knows what the letter will say: her sat score’s a valiant effort, enough to get her into any state school, but by no means exceptional. out of the corner of her eye she sees a bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket of ice. She uses his mailing address to apply, so it’s him that greets her with a sealed envelope that makes her stomach turn as soon as she opens the door. ![]()
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