Deep in My Feelings...

It was my neighbor, who faked a seizure at the church pizza party I invited her to in the 4th grade. There wasn't really a reason for it; she just dropped to the ground and put on quite the show. My cheeks felt hot as I looked around and saw all my classmates just staring at her, the weirdo on the ground. They wore Hollister and liked to talk about boys and my neighbor wore...not Hollister and apparently liked to fake seizures for fun...? It didn't help that she was my tag-along, so judgement of her also included judgement of me, which meant a lot in the 4th grade to an already awkward girl like me. I may have not been the seizure-faking type, but I had my difficult-to-understand quirks. They stared, but Elizabeth was unfazed.  It was my cluster of friends in youth group, the homeschooled losers. While the private schoolers obsessed over brand names, athletics, and getting new cars for their 16th birthday, our cluster sang in the choir, wore Walmart, and joked about the most ra...