 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Dumb numbers were DUMB. Didja see that? NO positive arrows. Not a single one. ZIP. NADA. NOTHING. Norah wrinkled her nose at the page in the textbook that was being unnecessarily mean to her poor soul (who gave it permission to do that, huh?) and busied herself writing notes on that the arrows meant. Y'know, all those arrows she didn't have. What a rip off. "I guess it could mean that you don't have any special good things about you." Which was COMPLETELY unfair, in case you were wondering. "Or maybe you do have positive things but one just doesn't stand out. Or they're SO positive that they all stand out so there can't be an importantest one. I don't have any positive arrows, so I hope my personality is still good without them." This mood she was in was horridly funky and didn't FEEL very good, though, so maybe she was going to be stuck like this forever and ever because that's what her numbers said. Where could one apply for a different birthday?
She did have a negative arrow, though. What a life.
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