I just don’t always want to be defined that way. The best thing about high school is that hardly anybody knows me at all.
Except Miranda and Ella, of course. And they know not to go around talking about it.
Miranda, Ella, and I have known each other since the first grade. What’s so nice is we never have to explain things to one another.
When I decided I wanted them to call me Olivia instead of Via, they got it without my having to explain.
They’ve known August since he was a little baby. When we were little, our favorite thing to do was play dress up with Auggie;
load him up with feather boas and big hats and Hannah Montana wigs.
He used to love it, of course, and we thought he was adorably cute in his own way.
Ella said he reminded her of E.T. She didn’t say this to be mean, of course (though maybe it was a little bit mean).
The truth is, there’s a scene in the movie when Drew Barrymore dresses E.T. in a blond wig: and that was a ringer for Auggie in our Miley Cyrus heyday.
Throughout middle school, Miranda, Ella, and I were pretty much our own little group.
Somewhere between super popular and well-liked: not brainy, not jocks, not rich, not druggies, not mean, not goody-goody, not huge, not flat.
I don’t know if the three of us found each other because we were so alike in so many ways,
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